As we move into spring I'm relishing in the promise that this time of the year provides. There is promise in this still unfurled fern.
There is promise in the brilliant, spring green of these grasses.
These azaleas have already completed their promise by blooming in great profusion.
And down at the pond the sun shines on the water while frogs plop loudly into the water at the sound of my footsteps (no matter how quietly I try to go).
I hope in your little corner of the world you are seeing signs of spring promises.
"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems." - Rainer Maria Rilke