When you are in the depths of winter in Maine, it's hard to fathom that there is any life beneath feet of snow and many inches of frozen ground. How can anything survive the frigid winds? But it all comes alive after the snow melts and the ground softens and swells.
This morning as I did my barn chores I was delighted that there was a thin veil of fog with the sun glistening through. It creates such a magical ambiance.
I love this image as it symbolizes a slowly dying way of communicating. How I loved going to the mail box in anticipation of a hand written letter.
Today or tomorrow my four ducklings arrive and I am beyond excited! What are you doing to celebrate spring and prepare for the summer months?
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