I’m getting high on beauty.
By Madeline Iva
“That lovely month when ev’ry one goes–blissfully astray.”
March is when spring comes–ha! For a week out in the West maybe. And all March brings to the Northeast is a mini-winter.
Even in the South–where the lucky folk get a glorious burst of tulips and daffodils that smite the eyes with beauty–March and April are flirty, edgy and inconstant. It’s not until May that spring truly arrives. It’s not until May when the deep promise of fertility roams across...
Published on May 09, 2013 04:56