We were seeking the warmth of tropical air inside the Conservatory, the heady perfume of the sunken garden, and the comforting scent of damp soil. But then the polar bears drew us in with the sheer exuberance of their icy swimming and the joyous clouds of steamy breath rising into the arctic air.
Last week, in Minneapolis, our April showers came mostly in the form of snow. I don’t even want to talk about it really. When it melted on the skylight in my studio and made the naked trees look kind of lovely and forlorn, I just pretended it was spring rain after all.