Spring stalls. It tempts. It teases, and hides.
I am not a fan of the cold, winter. Not too many people are, I know, so this in me is ordinary.
Still, the snow falls on this first full day of spring, and it covers the dirt, the things we have not yet cleaned out. It blankets the still-cold ground, comforting at least for a little while longer, covering for at least a little while longer the things we are not yet ready to expose to the warmth of the sun…
Funny how a bit a warmth can seem so bittersweet, the light and heat seeming just too intense at times, just too good.
A few buds first, please. A bud, then a flower, then slowly, spring.