I'd hate to jinx it and I can hardly believe it is true for February, but over the weekend it really felt like Spring is on its way. It reminded me of one of my favourite books, P.G. Wodehouse's Something Fresh, which starts "The sunshine of a fair Spring morning fell graciously upon London town. Out in Piccadilly, its heartening warmth seemed to infuse into traffic and pedestrians alike a novel jauntiness, so that bus-drivers jested and even the lips of chauffeurs uncurled into not unkindly smiles. Policemen whistled at their posts, clerks on their way to work, beggars approached the task of trying to persuade perfect strangers to bear the burden of their maintenance with that optimistic vim which makes all the difference. It was one of those happy mornings."
Click on the anzu tree to see the blossoms fall
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