Felt like spring all weekend up my way, all sun-and-blue-sky days, despite Thursday's snow.
According to this, of course, it is spring. Which explains a few things, but also makes me realise that I've been shut up inside against the cold for too long. While successfully navigating my first proper shoulder stand last Wednesday night I actually felt Jupiter slip into Leo, just as I'd been told I would. Strangely comforting to feel something, long held, shift inside. Suddenly, it feels as though there's a lot to do, but that's Pre-Spring for you. I'm just about ready.
Above is one of the arches that lead you into Sunday Reed's vegetable garden, recently restored to its original beauty. (Her cookbook is rather good, you know). Been thinking about art a lot more of late, of how I miss its presence in my daily vocab. Shifts, indeed.