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