… and I’m fine with it.
I’ve seen lush green meadows, full bloom flowers, and fresh plump berries from many of your spring posts. I must share with you what I’m getting…
It’s a long process before green appears, but we’re used to that. Spring for us is a gestation of life, a long process. There can be false starts too, teasing us with more snow. It tests our patience.
First we wait for all the snow to melt:
A closer look only fascinates me more, the sight and sound of spring… a rythmic ploink… ploink.
The slowness of spring allows me to cherish a while longer the sights of a season past:
Meanwhile… the buds silently appear. No greens yet, but still a sure sign of spring. Brown tips burgeoning out everywhere, keen and strong:
Before the greens, many colours have to parade by, nature’s processional. As a spectator, I can only applaud.
Spring will burst forth in all its glory… in its time.