Archive for April, 2012

She sleeps on a bed of cherry blossoms.

The gift of the tiny violet.

The delicate columbine sits in the garden with a wish on his shoulder for a sunny day.

Lit up by the sun.

And proud of it!

And the stream danced merrily over the rocks as all around the green sprang to life.

Springs tomorrow’s growth.

Jumping up to face the day.

A dry Spring makes for shallow water, and the creek bed calls out, “come and follow me.”

And clouds seem to explode.