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. |
Marsh marigold. |
Bird cherry buds, ready to pop. |
One pile of dirty snow still lingering under a tree... |
how beautiful! spring is sweet after the cold winters are over.
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