April Fools

God I love April. The still chilly wind outlined by a thin but warming sunshine. Longer evenings. Trees blooming in a blush of pale greens and pinks. There seems to be more laughter, people lingering outside, activity - a brittle brightness that feels new - each and every year. April reminds me of falling in love. How fun it is, how restless you can be. How anything seems possible and portentous. I feel that way every April – as if I’d never experienced it just the year before.

Spring, of course, is time for rebirth and renewal and so I suppose it’s not so very unusual that I'm reminded of falling in love. But I don't mean to evoke its universality. It's a very specific feeling for me, a sense memory.

various states of bloom in my neighborhood



prospect park over the weekend




more park




lovely illuminated petals - they always seem like they're glowing


a fullish moon nearly a week ago