Sometimes I forget, after a long winter, how beautiful the beginning of summer can be. My garden sits under a cold, white blanket for so many months that I lose the vision of greens, pinks and whites that lay waiting to push their way through the ground and greet me each spring.
Warm breezes remind me that it’s coming. Windy, cold, rainy days remind me that spring has arrived and summer is truly around the corner. It seems, sometimes, like I doubt that it will return. Silly, I know; and so, today was a good day to grab a camera and get up close to my garden’s first blooms.
Spring is here. Summer will come. It’s all good.