What’s past is prologue – William Shakespeare in The Tempest
This quote was included in the book I’m reviewing next: Angel’s Share – the latest Ellen Crosby Wine Country Mystery.
Crabapples are blooming – we hope winter is behind us. We wish the pandemic was.
But Shakespeare – or Francis Bacon – whatever one believes about this controversy – is correct.
We do seem doomed to repeat past mistakes – but also to be reassured by the fact that the season -, or perhaps even polyester leisure suits – will inevitably return to reassure or haunt us.
“Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne. “Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”
– Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside.
Hopefully there won’t be any more snow this April, but one never knows. Our April Fool’s gift from Mother Nature of nearly 3 inches was enough.
I think many mystery writers let their stories evolve, surprising even themselves with the way the tales turn out at times.
“Saturday morning in late March.
I was alone and took a long walk . . .
Ice had broken up on the river
and the water rippled smoothly in blue light.”
―Edward Hirsch, Late March
Image credit to Holidappy
“And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.
– C.S. Lewis