Daffs coming up in my garden, under the magickal hawthorn tree.
Friend Robin singing merrily at the top of a red alder, catkins swaying in the breeze
The first native shrub to bloom in spring, Friend Osoberry, whose bright chartreuse leaves stand up like little green flames. Impossible to miss in the woods right now. Unfortunately the white blossoms have a scent not unlike the catbox.
Cloud and shadow, sun and showers, all on the same day.
Persephone is stirring. Blessed be.