There are wattle flowers, like tiny yellow pompoms …
… and more pompoms …
… and violets in our garden.
I am trying to take it all in, for I know that soon enough the many petals will fall, like windblown snow, or confetti thrown, and spring will be over for another year.
A beautiful homage to the new season.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jane.
DeleteYour Spring...
ReplyDeleteIs our Autumn.
Lovely to remember that it's-topsy-turvy, on the other side of the glove. :-) And to remember that we can experience, the opposite season, simply by dipping into blogs from there.
Enjoy!!!!
Luna Crone
Yes! I like to think that the seasons all contain a little bit of their opposite within them. I have some of your autumn, and you have some of my spring.
DeleteI think this is the Truth of our world, Therese - it's never either/or, but always both/and... Your Spring, our Autumn, your days brighten, ours darken... I love the essential Paradox in this :D xx
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