Spring came slowly this year, and quietly. No blare of trumpets or daffodils, no noisy explosions of azaleas (not yet, at least) — just quietly. Water riffling the pond at Look Park:
Pale blossoms timidly unfolding:
Winter’s warriors fallen:
Spring’s first wildflowers:
It seemed to take forever this year! Winter stubbornly clung to its prerogatives as long as it could, but at last, at last, with quiet gratitude, we welcome SPRING!