It is …

Such a telling sentence from her last novel, “The Years”, published in 1937 …

“It was an uncertain spring. The weather,
perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue
and purple flying over the land.”

… and it is now, too … an uncertain spring … however as I read and ponder such thoughts … I realize that while we may attempt to find a hold in time, we are never fully certain of anything really, except that there is a spring in all things … and summer is soon follow.


Feature Image – Virginia Woolf

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