Spring has a similar effect on me. It's short and intense here in New England. Colors bloom and fall in a matter of days. I feel an urgency of growth, a voracious demand to pay attention to n-o-w. The present feels both eternal and gone simultaneously. Don't ask me how that can be, but it is.
Here are some flowers and garden scenes that startled me with their beauty and evocative magic.
The tiny blooms got this season moving. First the crocuses and then the ground covers added their notes to the Magnolia trees, apple and cherry blossoms, lilacs, and now the luscious peonies. It's been an extraordinary spring.
|Someone's flower bed|
|Birch with azaleas|