Ah, spring.

I walk out the door and shiver at the chill wind that whips my hair around my face and leaves me breathless. Where is the warmth of yesterday, with the sun warming my face and the wind caressing the bare branches? Ah, where has Spring gone? Now the sky is grey, and foreboding;  snowflakes swirling through the air. I look down at my bare toes, and they seem to mock me. "What are you doing?" they ask. :] Ah, Spring. When will the day come when you show your face for good? Not a passing picture of the coming bliss...

Is it really Spring where you are? 



  1. That first picture of the tree buds is a very nice one!! Very beautiful post!


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