"The magnolia trees, budding on the green, looked positively enflamed. They sent out a perfume that drifted through the windows of Semiotics 211. The magnolia trees hadn't read Roland Barthes. They didn't think love was a mental state; the magnolias insisted it was natural, perennial"
Jeffery Eugenides, The Marriage Plot
Happy first day of Spring! The experience of this season always undoes me and every scrap of logic or reason that I weakly cling to.
(photo) on film, in San Francisco's Yerba Buena park. A Spring afternoon with my friend Amanda.
(p.s.) Hemingway on Spring in A Moveable Feast