|my sad mini daffodils|
There's no cold like a drizzly March day in New York City. It seeps into the bones and lungs and lodges there. The promise of spring that 70 degree weather brought us only last Friday has been broken by sleet and freezing rain.
On my walk home from work in Staten Island yesterday, I walked through the Snug Harbor Cultural Center. There I saw a mixture of seasons, with the undeniable beauty (despite the chill) that both winter and spring bring.
|Chinese Scholars Garden|
|winter-nude tree with forsythia behind it|
|pussy willow, already flowering|
If you're interested, I have some small collages for sale at my Etsy shop.