Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Song of Songs 2:10-12
[Our current weather is making this a bit more aspirational than actual, but any day now …]
Image: “The First Anemones,” H. A. Brendekilde / Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
Matters of Interpretation 
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