Things are going to get easier.
The way the ground gives way to my feet as I walk is a sure clue.
There is a softening that comes with spring. A delicate painters touch that sweeps across the landscape.
A wash of warmth.
Things are going to get easier.
It seems like years that I’ve been waiting for the forsythia to come back.
February was too long this year.
They are piled in a heap – they way they always are.
Springing forth can be exhausting.
I’m just delighted by the promise and hope of yellow.
Things are going to get easier.
