bloom.No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
I suppose it was inevitable.
I found the first flower blooming in my yard, a variety that I’ve not seen before.
Graceful and delicate it opens up towards the glimmer of sun that has been struggling to break through the clouds.
Nature’s a fickle thing though and this morning the landscape sparkles with a layer of frost.
I secretly rejoice.
Happy Easter to those celebrating.