Spring arrived quietly – beginning with water-soaked color, brushing softly with short paint strokes on stems, leaves, and petals. The old, the worn, and the remnants of previous seasons is brushed off and taken back into the ground – time elongates as it makes room for a new season to grow.

Soft color fades slowly back, enhanced by the golden light, brighter, longer, and bolder. Every bloom acts as a reminder that natural beauty still exists. Twisted delicately into life form, painted flawlessly, unfolding at the right moment. We are left to wonder if time still exists here, in this new season, as we slowly forget. To look for imperfections, yet we don’t know where exactly to find them. Only those who created and carried would know. How can we close our eyes when spring continues to create masterpieces right outside our doors?