I tacked up a drawing a year ago to remind myself of all that I missed last year during the initial stages of this pandemic. A “what Spring means to me” kind of note. As with so much of life that was taken for granted until we had whatever remained in our laps on a daily basis, I found I was itching to plant the moment the snow started to clear. More than once I had to be reminded by the good folk at various nurseries that it’s still bit early to be planting in New York. So I came home with my own daffodil in a pot to draw. My dear friend from London said “JUST ONE?!” I have been staring at it since.—Dominick
