Around me there are signs. That which was quiet, now awakens. Even my heart begins to stir with the promise of Spring. The wind has a sweeter fragrance as it stirs in the dawning of Spring. There's a hint of longer days as the sun lingers in the sky.
Spring holds such a promise of tomorrow.
Gentle rains will soon come and nourish the seedlings to life. The warmth of the sun will beckon the life out of everything vital. The lake will moan with the heaving and tossing of its ice, shedding its layers one by one, as the sun warms its surface. Oh the promise of days swimming and fun at the beach, but for now that will wait for the shedding of a few more layers. I love how the trees struggle for recognition of Spring.