It's funny, for the last few days, more or less, I have been thinking about writing about spring. About all of the trees and plants getting greener I have been waxing poetic, mostly in my head, to myself, about "the circle of life" or something like that. Maybe not as trite as that though.
I love winter and the beauty of snow. I don't mind the cold if I am dressed warm enough. But then spring comes and I fall in love with this season all over again.
It comes every year. Not everywhere in the world I suppose. Some places have fewer and more subtle season changes. But here, in the D.C area, the seasons tend to be predictable, even if on a day to day basis, not so much.
Here are a few pictures I have taken with my new smart phone. I am still not totally in love with this phone- it is actually a pain in the butt in oh so many ways. But, as the seasons can change, so can I.
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Looking toward the neighbors house- view of my favorite lilac bush
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Close up of the lilac
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Looking at the white azaleas and the back of our house
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