I love the slow unfolding of spring here. Every season really, but especially spring, seems to bring subtle changes every day.
Behind the house in the “wild” there are various ferns poking up to uncurl their fronds and strange primordial-looking plants pushing up through piles of dead leaves.
And around the front of the house we have a swath of cheery daffodils nodding under the flowering cherry tree. A gentle breeze sends pale pink petals drifting like snow.
More to come.
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