|Blooming Heather from my forgotten front garden ~ Photography by me, 24 February 2012|
"Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day."
- Elizabeth Bowen
"The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size."
- Gertrude S. Wister
There is a sadness in my heart.
Is it always this way just before spring bursts forth?
Is the light always this dim?
Does the sound of laughter always feel like a miracle?