A time when the air is fresh and gently warming.
It's a transitional moment held softly between the
cold winter winds and the intense summer heat.
Suspended in time, this moment.
Held in light with beauty
so fragile it lifts Eternity into it
and blossoms in perfect incandescence.
I have to say though that I miss Spring in England, especially in a
little English garden where the blackbird sings his early morning song
and the Mother thrush is out digging for worms. The cherry blossoms
scatter the grass and oh - the scent of the lilac! That unforgettable
sweet , nostalgic scent, ----how I miss it!
Mo.
Painting- ' BlossomTime.'-----Watercolour and oil pastel.
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