We’ve been away, spending some sun and snow filled days at my childhood home. Before winter insisted on returning, we roamed (and ran) through yard and garden. My little ones searching for signs of spring, as I walked a little slower, remembering how it all felt to me, not so long ago.
My parents are collectors of one of my favorite types of art, garden art. Handed down to them or collected from near and far, each with a story or two. Each piece is aged to perfection.
And before the snow flew, we found a few hints of spring.