The angel of spring, tiny as he is, slowly but tirelessly, digging his way, inch by inch, out of what's left of winter. It's been a long, cold wait.
There's a solitary little willow standing beside the road on my way home, worn and battered by the merciless snow plows of winter, yet resilient and stubborn as if it knew of nothing else. And it has grown increasingly furry of late. As far as I know (and please correct me if I'm wrong), in... Continue Reading →