In the middle of winter, in the midst of trouble, at the height of darkness, sometimes it is so hard to believe that Spring will come again.
And look. It’s here.
Spring in the U.S. It’s magic together. It’s magic alone. Nature dressed in her prettiest clothes. From melting snow to new leaves, every blade of grass, buds blooming, life renewing.
All that hope, and renewal, and new life, bubbling under the hard crust of winter, reaching for the sun. Gotta love it.