Spring is coming.
49 days / seven weeks.
I always count down for the end of spring. I love the scent and the promise. I love the fresh air and the growth. Winter is death and decay, spring is hope and life. I can’t wait for more light, sprouting plants and flowers and to say goodbye to Winter for nine more months.
Today it was warm. It was windy and dark and cloudy but warm. And I loved it.