I don’t know why shadows should get such a bad rap. They only appear when the sun is shining.
This is what hope looks like on February 13.
Despite the fresh beginning that the New Year brings, come January (in the north country), it can feel that the world has been dead for quite a long time. The landscape appears monochromatic, rather bleak. I turn to the seeds – always full of hope – the subtle grays, browns, and shades of white that form the winter palette – and take heart in the knowledge that every winter eventually turns to spring.
1/365: seed heads on snow
When the last of the snow melted, I went straight to the spot where I was most likely to find signs of spring. The day lilies that crowd this little south-facing patch along the house did not disappoint me. They are always first to emerge. And when they return, spring is always right on their heels.
Nothing could bring more hope and gladness than these little rays of life stirring beneath the soil.