I know I promised a Part Two of the Galley Tour. I know I did. I’m just not feeling it.
Instead I’m going to talk about something near and dear to my heart: Not Winter.
It was horrible and and I thought it would never, ever, ever be done. And then the most remarkable thing happened: the snow melted, buds appeared on bare branches, and flowers bloomed (where did they even come from?).
My apologies to Edna St. Vincent Milay for the blatant theft of title. I have a fond place in my heart for her since we trod in her footsteps (literal footsteps, not lifestylestically) and lived down the block from the hospital for which she was named. It was either that or e.e. cummings who lived next door to us, albeit at a different time. I guess spring does make one turn poetic and moonly…