Whenever I walk outside in Springtime, I always feel as if I have entered into a scared time
When we have finally crossed that bridge leaving winter behind
Linda’s Tarda Tulips
and step into a whole other world
One whereby we must always ask permission to wander in
The tiny buds on each and every branch are carriers of hopes and dreams
Their beauty so sweetly scented the air is light and playful
Each little bud the keeper of secrets
And soon to manifest the solid reminder of the tree to reproduce itself in fruit.
A walk in the yard is a walk into whorls and swirls of lace and fragrance of a most fleeting and magical time.
From my heart to your world,