In this grey stone city, the forsythia has burst forth into belated flame.
It’s difficult to trust the thaw after such a slow and frozen spring, but if the peach blossoms can open to the new warmth so can I.
Goodbye, socks. Hello, swing.
Hello, sun. So good to see you again.
Thank goodness we can leave the huge heaps of coats and sweaters at home when we head out into the city.
The sunlight opens wide the great world outside our tiny home. I can’t wait to explore it.