One
day, there are snowdrifts in the yard at least three feet
deep. The next day, the snow has disappeared into the good dark earth,
and tiny flowers are springing up everywhere, reaching for the light
over their fragile heads.
Grasses thrust themselves out
of puddles in the park, and a few ducks
paddle up and down the little stream among the trees. Everywhere, there
is birdsong, every feathered singer in the overstory declaring its
delight in the season.
Sometimes we (Beau and I) thought winter would never end. Now, we can hardly believe
our good fortune. Every sunbeam and every tiny bloom is a gift.
Beautiful affect on that top picture... I try to sit in the sun every morning that it is out and gather up its warmth and light... It is a gift indeed...
oh yes
ReplyDeleteso many gifts
may we always be grateful
Beautiful...and I'm so grateful for springtime this year especially.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful affect on that top picture...
ReplyDeleteI try to sit in the sun every morning
that it is out and gather up its warmth
and light... It is a gift indeed...
This is a stunning photo.
ReplyDeleteBe well, be safe.
Guy