A Most Complicated Month

Just yesterday, on my way home from work, I thought, I should grab my camera and take pictures of the blossoming trees on Via Vespucci, knowing that their white petals would soon be lifted from their stems by the forecasted high winds of early April. But I got home, ate dinner, and never went back outside.

Today, the air is filled with white. But not with blossoms.




















I guess nature had other ideas.