Hemingway, spring, Seattle.
I’ve started to crave spring warmth, blooms, and longer days. Here in Seattle, we’ve had an unusual run of days in the thirties; so much so that Green Lake had enough ice for some brave crazies to walk on. Now, we’re back to heavy rains. I’m hearing friends talk about Florida trips, and cruises to the Caribbean, and I’m wishing I had a ticket and a packed suitcase. Here’s one of my favorite quotes by Ernest Hemingway, and a picture of tulips from the past in my yard to help me, and maybe you, get through the rest of winter:
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
Thankfully, I have friends that are as good as spring itself.
