In Scandinavia, we have what must be described as a cult of spring. After a long, cold, dark winter we all ache for it, and it can just explode in a few short days. This is the season of the white nights.
|A pair of great crested grebes.|
|The birch, with catkins.|
|Bird cherry buds, ready to pop.|
|One pile of dirty snow still lingering under a tree...|