This morning wears mist like a shawl, a veil to disguise the swelling of the fresh green buds. Today, I can only imagine the traces of spring laying swaddled in the fine gauze that March has casually thrown over her shoulders and wrapped around her still bare bones.
"We’re all stumbling towards the light with varying degrees of grace at any given moment." - Bo Lozoff
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6 comments:
Gorgeous, Susannah.
Misty here too, as we await to celebrate our national day (St Patrick's) tomorrow.
The mist heralds beautiful sunshine which I am now looking out on as I type.
Mari
Thanks Mari. :-)
Happy St Patricks day to you for tomorrow!
Oh wow. This is gorgeous.
Thanks very much Jenny, it is great to see you here. x
My favourite day. ;-)
Good to see you Paul. :-)
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