This Memorial Day weekend is often thought of the beginning of summer, and the end of spring. I'm a little sad that spring is over.
From the late days of winter where the discovery of a crocus daring to bloom on a warm day, I've been in love with the hope that spring brings. From the barren earth, new life sprouts up. And flowers! (The first flower I saw was on Valentines Day, walking with my honey, so that may explain my feelings.)I find the contrast of the bluebells and forsythia blooming against a brown background as wonderful. Unlike the summer, where the entire landscape is verdant, here the beauty stands in contrast to a dull background.
Then the trees leaf out into their yellow-green. And they flower.
At this point, I'll let my photos do the talking!
Here's my favorite photo from a day in May in Concord, near the Old North Bridge over the Concord River (site of the "shot heard 'round the world, April 19, 1775):
A few of my lastest photos of the Public Garden:
1 comment:
Spring is my most favorite time of year. New birth, rebirth, beauty in place of the long cold winter here in New England.
Your pics are very pretty in contrast to the dull brown landscape.
I love to see the crocus popping it's head out of the last snow knowing spring is right around the corner!!
I know summer is here but wanted to comment on your Spring pics.
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