Aa soo: Spring

This was a week ago Sunday.

The lovely Chaz.  Still up for negotiation.

Fresh from church.

Woman with butterfly sleeves and jonquil.

Woman in freezing cold, standing up after several moments of crouching with flower.  Legs locked.

This is an odd picture.  Butterfly sleeves evident.  But the face, a different shape than I have ever seen on this head.  Off  balance and freezing.  Still – I would not have recognized her.

Bank of crocus.  Alive this day and the day before.  Next day?  Frozen solid.  I will not show you how they look out there now.  

And they say that April is the cruelest month.