I love to watch little bits of green sneak into the winter world of brown and grey. Green comes into an uncertain time: warm, or bitter cold, windy, or calm as can be. I watched a breathtaking tulip tree blossom out to soon, and a cold snap froze every last flower she produced. On wobbly legs the first blooms and baby animals cautiously come into the world, and step by step the green returns.
Absolutely beautiful, I love the first buds of spring also.
You say and ‘paint’ it so well. This picture gives a feeling of newness,