It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring has arrived here, wrapping us with her warm, delicious breath, signaling new birth, disrupting our routines. It seems nearly impossible to drag ourselves out of bed on these still, dark mornings and put the kids to bed when the sun has only recently set, but we’ll make the adjustment to this new time soon enough. For now, as the birds sing and my children giggle, swinging in the sunlight, as the flowers unfold their blooms and sky opens up a vast blue canvas, I remember the sweetness of Spring. With a cup of coffee, of course.
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Yes–the shot of the tulle and hair flowing. It’s fairyland. I love all your pictures lately. Light and dark, sharp and soft–the contrast is terrific.
Thank you, Patti! I’ve been using the real camera again. Cheers. I still use my phone camera often, but I’ve really been trying to grow. Thanks for noticing. (When Olive was swinging the other night, I just had to get a shot. Pure magic.)
Beautiful. Not quite spring-like here yet, but I do here birds chirping outside and the sun is melting some snow. Works for me.
Yes! Take what you can get. And snow! My kids wish they had snow to play in during the winter. We hardly have a winter here, which sounds lovely until about September when you can’t remember what cold feels like.
Oh, I wish it would arrive here! So desperate for it. Love that shot of your daughter on the swing.
Thanks Kaylan! Spring always comes early here, but i’m not complaining. It’s Fall we miss here.