Forty years of living in this climate and I’ve never loved it like this.
Memories of the texture, the scent of the soil after rain or late-season flurries, then the cascading rhythm of greenery, perrenials, everything.
With a faint glimmer, syncing with a beat that is barely audible yet felt deeply.
What I’m trying to say is I feel it.
Hope you do too.
Spring = love ❤️
This text reads like a poem beautiful.