Summertime Dream on a January Day

In the icy grip of the polar vortex,  a Michigander’s thoughts turn to Spring…

And who shall say–whatever disenchantment follows–that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?

Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

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