I wandered around my backyard yesterday and took pictures while my kids played. Here's the journaling:
Like most newborn babies, early spring is not pretty. The snow has melted away to reaveal a greyish-brown lawn. The trees are still bare except for their tiny buds. The flowers have not yet blossomed into vibrant colors. Yet it's the end of misery and the beginning of new life that makes this time so beautiful.