It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
and all the meadows wide.
Be sure to count, should I forget, --
someone the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
which in clover dwell
--Emily Dickinson (and not the Liz Lemon's cat)
Springtime has arrived in Paris. The lunchroom at work is noisier than ever making it more difficult for me to hear people. The trees are blooming. The tourists are swarming Notre Dame. All I can do is put away my winter coat and smile. I love springtime.