Bare branches, warming skies.
But hidden among last years fallen leaves, this years spring flowers. (dutchmans breeches, I think)
Of course, pretty flowers are not the only things revealed from their slumber beneath the snow.
It is, after all, mud season. Hopefully spring blossoms will take over soon, colouring up a world of grey and brown.
PS. I’ve been doing more lurking than commenting. I haven’t felt the most sociable, but I’m still reading. And for those of you who know what’s going on here, it’s still going on, just the same as it was, no more and no less.