What delight Spring brings on the heels of a never-ending bleakness buried in snow.
Before the grass grows tall, the shoots of violets, bluets, and trout lily dance atop the forest floor. Before the grand tree canopies, the floral bouquet is gathered to adore.
After we succumb to woodland fragrance, the bumble and honey bee dance to wax and wane their appetite. After the world awakes, we rest in slumber for time’s sake.
To remember the wildflower dotting the woodlands come September will prove beauty’s allure!