April 3rd, 2016

The Red Tree

The Esoteric Order of Brussel Sprouts

I woke to snow. Not much of it, and it's mostly melted away. But it's the insult to the very idea of April that counts here. Though, I've learned that Yankees, on occasion, do take their April with ice. Currently, it's 38˚F, but feels like 28˚F. Yes, this is spring.

I began a piece yesterday, based on the Vince Locke illustration that I posted yesterday. I titled it "Pillbug." I like the title, but virtually nothing else about the 505 words I wrote. Well, maybe the name of a character. So, today I expect to keep the title and a character name, scrap what I wrote yesterday, and begin again. I haven't much time this month for false starts.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast