Remember the forest had been ablaze of color
Then all the leaves had fallen
Creating mosaic patterns on the ground
The silhouette of trees
Stand against a icy blue winter sky
Yet when we look close
We see the buds
Waiting for that season
Which brings us the hope of spring
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I sitting here looking out at my snow covered gardens, knowing that when the sun finally able to touch the earth all the buds will swell and open and I want to see as much as I can for each day it unfolds more. Thanks for the comment
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Such an exciting time of year. I’m counting the days.
Mme too, with snow still covering the ground I wonder what things are popping their heads out of the ground
We are finally receiving some rain after a winter devoid of snow. Still pretty brown out there!
Thank you for sharing!
Thanks, I grateful you enjoyed it, for I’m hopelessly posting the wonders I find
Oh that last picture is to beautiful! Just today I noticed some stalks sticking up through the ground when we took our morning walk. Spring can’t be too far!
Let hope so, I ready for spring. Yhanks
I’m finally seeing my fig tree buds. That means a spring and summer of fresh fruit and at least another dozen jars of jam.
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Oh figs, it something I miss them living in NH, my childhood memory of my grandmother having a fig tree growing among rose bushes and carefully reaching in to puck a fruit. Thanks as always
I love the contrasts of the wooded views to the tiny buds. And, much as I am in awe of those photos of the buds, I would have to say that carpet of fallen leaves is my favorite, especially in that splotch of sun. All are beautiful, though.
Thanks, a funny tale, while all my neighbors working so hard to remove every leaf from their yards I leave mine be, just to kick them as I wander thru my gardens
So beautiful and hopeful.
Hopeful it is, for when you can see the signs of spring, each day revealing itself a bit more
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Beautiful images and beautiful words. 😊
Thanks, the one thing about this time of year is the slow watch as plants and buds slowly reveal themselves and then everything just pops open
Gotta love spring. 😊
Thanks, I’m waiting for the last of my snow is just about gone
STUNNING shots! Love the forest floor with leaves shot particularly. And I enjoyed reading your words too.
Having lived in the woods many years, it is hard to imagine why folks always feel the need to get every leaf gone in the fall, me I rather just walk and kick thru them. Thanks
Looks amazing!
Thanks and here in NH the show is just about to begin and I hope not to miss too much
This si nice. Check this out too
https://odhiambodennis.wordpress.com/2022/02/20/the-world/
Thanks, and thank you for sharing
Thanks for sharing
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thanks for sharing
Good morning. Orange blossoms are in full bloom over here. It’s dreamlike. Cheers!
Hah, you must be in southern places where oranges can grow, you should enjoy it, I live in a land where freezing temps greet my mornings, yet there is something about it to enjoy, even with my long johns on
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Phoenix, donde tienes tu casas. Saludos y exito.
I only have one tiny bungalow, sitting in the in-between area of lakes and mountains and the seacoast of New Hampshire.
What I do have in your neck of the desert is two of my wife’s kids who call Phoenix their home And I have two girls who have wind in North Carolina, my reasons for flying
Hope is a precious thing! Love to see the little signs of spring along the way now.
it’s the slow changing of season the sun get higher, the soil warms up and then everything turns green
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