We walk these days through shadows of trees, where birds are chirping from a place I can’t see. But I spy with my little eye, past naked branches are flecks of blue holding a promise of something new.
Each year I’m surprised at how spring surprises me. Like some sort of winter amnesia I’ve experienced, forgetting that she arrives in perfect time – bringing with her fresh flowers, because she’s polite, and a softer shade of sunshine that warms my skin. Her changes start slow, with splashes of green on the branches and ground – and then one day I wake up and she is here in full bloom, begging me back outside to admire her lovely ways.
[ This is week 11 of a 52 week photo series: Project 52, where I document the beauty found in Tennessee ]