I've always felt like Fall was my favourite season of all, and it is lovely. But this year , Spring has really taken first place in my heart.
This year I've noticed how much more difficult Spring has it and because of that I really appreciate it that much more. We had a really long, drab winter. A few of my plants didn't survive. But the ones that did are really impressing me with their persistence and beauty.
No matter the winter, the green starts popping through in places. The buds on trees reappear. And although it is still not the prettiest sight in my garden just yet, I can see the beauty emerging again.
Where Fall has the grand finale after a beautiful summer filled with warmth and sunshine, Spring really has to make it all on her own. I have a new respect for her.