Spring

Twinkling like the morning star along a quiet trail near our home, a bloodroot unfurls delicate petals…

As I was scrolling through my photo archives this morning, this image called to mind a simple line of poetry I whisper to myself each year. I’m posting it here to celebrate the joyous arrival of the vernal equinox. xo

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring —

~Gerard Manley Hopkins, (1844 – 1889)

8 thoughts on “Spring

    • You are right, of course, my friend. Like you, I cherish all of the seasons. Although each comes with its own unique charms, I find spring’s incantations to be the most spellbinding. xo

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