The first buds of spring, new beginnings, new life, come back to us. Blades of grass and bubbling brooks, tiny voices in nests waking hungry as mothers everywhere search the woods for food. Once buried beneath a blanket of white, dead leaves rest deep into the earth and are replaced with soft grass and meadows where wildflowers introduce themselves. Spring is an awakening from a long winter's nap, ready to display all its splendor in the blink of an eye, a breath of fragrant air, and a vision of all that is beautiful.
Mike 2024
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