Okay.
I'm not.
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell, -- Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay
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The red flowers are magnificent. April here is pretty good. Heading into winter so the constant humidity of summer is gone. Most of the time the days are balmy, breezy and sunny. Mmmmm. Nice.
I was taking the tulips for their proximity to a) the dead grass and b) the piece of glacier gleaming right next to them. Balmy, breezy and sunny? Don't make me cry...
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