Sunday Twelfth April. The Coronet Diaries.

When April with his showers sweet with fruit  The drought of March has pierced unto the root  And bathed each vein with liquor that has power  To generate therein and sire the flower;  When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,  Quickened again, in every holt and heath,  The tender shoots and buds, and the [...]

Thursday 9th April The Coronet Diaries.

April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. (Eliot) Today has been a struggle, not the work, it rarely is except when I feel inadequate or ill informed in my response. No matter how tired I'm feeling after an insomniac night the [...]

The Coronet Diaries March 14th. 2020

The virus has been simmering for the last month but I determined not to become concerned. My earliest thought was what an unusually nice name Corona was and how I could not help but think of crowns, coronets and the forthcoming royal pageants in June. Albeit, in the Seventeenth century coronets were medically associated with [...]