Photo taken in late March, a cold breeze blowing off the lake in Trumbull, Connecticut. Shortly after, a weather system blew in with sleet, snow and freezing rain. It was New England's bone chilling tease.
Tiny flowers sprout in the lawn and swelling buds appear against a warm blue sky. It happened almost overnight.
Spring receded with every mile between Connecticut and Maine. The daffodils disappeared and blooming forsythia furled into tight buds. By the time we arrived in Kittery there were patches of snow under shady pines. I don't mind at all, how glorious it is to anticipate this miracle once again.