A spring bouquet

Love’s gonna live here again

Hey y’all,

I’m in a gathering mood. Montaigne said he made bouquets of out of other writer’s flowers. I feel like making a spring bouquet.

Yesterday was the spring equinox in the northern hemisphere. The earth’s tilt is perpendicular to the sun’s rays, and it will now slowly tilt towards the light. We’re headed for summer now, while our neighbors in the southern hemisphere are headed towards winter.

I used to be “Mr. Autumn Man,” but spring and the new growth has meant more to me in recent years because of our new normal of nasty winter storms here in Austin, Texas.

I started spring off last year by reading Martin Gayford’s Spring Cannot Be Cancelled: David Hockney in Normandy. It was the right book at just the right time. If you’re looking for a lift, I can’t recommend it enough.

Hockney is one of my favorite artists. In Keep Going I wrote that I want to make his words my own motto: “I’ll go on until I fall over.” (I also wrote about him and his relationship to technology around this time last year.)

In the studio I have a poster from his “The Arrival of Spring” show and near my desk I have a picture of him that stares at me, as if he’s saying, “Well? What are you waiting on? GET TO WORK.”