Spring is a wonder. It is all of the elements you have brought our attention to through your words and photos. Most of all, change just as you note. There is energy that thrums everywhere, and into us also. I love seeing the birds return, the leaves peeping out and unfurling, the grasses and flowers that reappear. In the Bear Paw Mountains of north central Montana where I grew up, the wild crocuses (pasque flowers) and pussy willows were the first to emerge. Then the meadowlarks, and we knew spring had arrived. Thank you once again for your insights and for truly seeing.
Spring is a wonder. It is all of the elements you have brought our attention to through your words and photos. Most of all, change just as you note. There is energy that thrums everywhere, and into us also. I love seeing the birds return, the leaves peeping out and unfurling, the grasses and flowers that reappear. In the Bear Paw Mountains of north central Montana where I grew up, the wild crocuses (pasque flowers) and pussy willows were the first to emerge. Then the meadowlarks, and we knew spring had arrived. Thank you once again for your insights and for truly seeing.
Such truth here … 🪻
Lovely, and so alive, as always…