Today felt like the most beautiful day since the beginning of the world: the skies were blue, the temperature balmy, the sun shining, and the gentlest stirring of the air, not even up to a breeze, stroked my cheek.
I sat in my winter-blasted backyard for a while after work, looking at the shrubs and bare earth and seeing instead the foliage and flowers as they will be in a month or two.
I do have flowers, though. I have a hellebore with lovely, drooping heads of purple, yellow eranthis (also called Winter Aconite), snowdrops, and honey-scented Fragrant Honeysuckle (Lonicera Fragrantissima, a rangy shrub with tiny, almost invisible white blush flowers which are so fragrant they can be smelled from twenty feet away).
Above is a mixed-media, mostly oil pastel piece I did which makes me think of Primavera, a goddess of Spring. Spring is definitely in the air today, and so is heartbreak, for can this weather possibly last without another blast of winter? One can but hope.
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