April

                                                                 The hydrangea is waiting for me to plant it.

This week feels like the heart of April. It has been rainy, tax day has come, the plants seem so small. Spring break has left the young son in my company. It has been hard to get work done. I have been taking pictures with the film camera with very little to show for it. I am slowly moving towards another round of street art, again with little photographic evidence.

The other night I had a dream that I was walking through a green field near the Bronx (naturally), the clover was thick and huge, springing up between my toes. I hope that my garden clover starts to grow like that. I think the dream was transmitted by the cat Voltaire, who was sleeping next to me.

The cats have been frolicking in the dusty branches on the patio any chance they get.