It Might as Well Be Spring

Life and quickness come as winter fades, sunshine is newly minted and light lingers into evening. The early days of a restless spring are here, inching toward the anxious heat of distant summer. I finish my senior thesis this week and graduation is in June. The time has come to sit still, pick up that novel and determine precisely what its next chapter holds. But some days I'd rather reread the familiar words on preceding pages. I should embrace change, but there's something to be said for savoring the past. Such longings make for pleasant attics, filled with the objects that keep our memories. Like those folksy little egg ornaments I unpack from their box each Easter. They were the inspiration for the larger wooden eggs and coordinating egg cups I painted for Victoria. You can find this project (and a few others as well) in the March/April issue.