Every spring we, my husband and I, go to see the first spring flowers. There are other things we look forward to meeting again every year: certain birds, the ants waking up after the long winter - and then the flowers.
There is this one special place where the anemone hepatica first appear. This photo was taken after a long hard winter when it felt like the spring would never come. Then we had a few warmer, sunny days, and when Sunday came bright and sunny, we decided to go to our annual spring pilgrimage to see the flowers.
And despite our doubts the flowers were there. Tiny violet-blue stars meeting us under the ancient oaks.
As always, we just looked at these beauties, and took photos of them. We would not have dreamt of picking them. No, they were to stay there, and to bring joy to others as well.
It is amazing how pure and delicate the colors of the first spring flowers can be. If you look closely at the petals, they literally shimmer under the sun. And that first spot of color after many months of the white of snow, the grey of the skies, and the muted greed of the pines, these amazing clear violet spots nestled in the forest floor are almost too beautiful to believe.
And the effect they have is always just as surprising. How can such a little thing bring so much joy? After seeing them our steps are lighter, we smile, and talk of good things coming. Other people walking on the same path - and clearly doing the very same thing as we - also smile and nod their heads in greeting, knowing we share the same secret - the secret of spring, of hope, and of joy.
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