April 3, 2017

Day 93: Breath

The first breath of spring.

We found it!

My youngest and I went on a crocus hunt. The cold drab ground has finally exhaled and we got on our knees in the pasture to investigate the tiny buds.

"They are beautifuuh Mom!" (His "L's" still escape him...)

He is so correct.

Tiny and still wrapped tightly, they fill me with promise of spring and rebirth.