Cradling my inner child I’m still hoping for some snow this winter, yet the endless optimism of nature fascinates me as, daring the last snarling bites of frost, the fearless blooming testifies to the imminent arrival of spring. Seeing the first buds on the trees and the snowdrops in the garden makes me feel equally disappointed and relieved. As much as I like cuddling up in front of the fireplace, spring is like finally taking a deep breath after a long slumber, stretching both body and soul, and I can’t help but feel the impatience, the restlessness the lengthening days bring; a longing to be in the fresh air after being cooped up for so long.
This post is in response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Vibrant.
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