pIt ain't over 'til it's over, I believe the great Yogi said. To which someoneppadded, yeah but when it's over, it's over. Well who knows what the futureppwill bring Que sera sera. We may be facing a very dark winter as in Gameppof Thrones, or we will see the death of this virus at the kind hands of natureppwho so unkindly delivered it to us in 2020.ppLike other artists in this pandemic I have struggled to come to terms withppall the new burdens it has brought us masks, social distancing, shortages, ppless than truthful politicians and scientists, loneliness, fear, sexual frustrationppand the sad irony of putting all this in the context of a beautiful spring andppcreatures not knowing the world has changed. A woodpecker rat tat tappingppon a tree in the forest for his breakfast, puffs of daisy seeds flowing on theppbreeze, the sun so warm, the grass so green and fresh. Robins, titmouse, ppand tiny hummingbirds miraculously making their way across the Gulf forppa little bit of sugar wat