Half and half

When the sun shines it’s warm when the wind blows its cold.

Do two half’s make a whole or just a spring day?

Where spring comes slowly

When spring comes slowly.

Creeping with gusts of wind.

The slight green returned.

As the sun rose meadowlarks sang.

Space. We all need it.

Looking into a dream before actually dreaming. Sunday evening nocturne.

Clouds above the marsh made for a scenic afternoon.

While walking down the trail we felt a little tap on our shoulder. When a tree wants you to sit and have a little conversation it’s time to listen.

Late March Skies where a faint song of spring is in the sky yet winter sings along.

You never know what will be over the horizon. Snow, rain or a cloudless bluebird sky.

Snow in the mountain yet the geese fly north.

Yes, Spring is indeed in the air.

Bluebird sky and sleeves rolled up.

Although the snow is still piled high a day like this leaves no doubt spring is on its way.

Not exactly the soft cozy type on which to lay your head but soft and inviting nonetheless.