It’s beginning, just a bit, to feel like spring will indeed arrive. The shades of gray are breaking up. There’s a hint – just a hint – of green here and there in the grass. I saw my first crocus in bloom yesterday. The ice is breaking up in the Baltic. And in the last few days, I’ve been able to switch to a lighter-weight winter coat and no hat. Maybe it doesn’t sound like much, but it makes me feel better. I’ll take any little positive that I can find. As I was walking on Djurgården with my friend Tracy yesterday, we both felt like we were on the cusp of spring. Although the sky was gray, it held the promise of a new season. Ah, it’s April in Stockholm. And it could snow again anytime. But spring will come. If I say it enough times, it will make it true. Right?
The cusp of spring
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It’s slightly more springlike here, but I’m a bit farther south. It’s coming!
Spring has been slow coming here too. Your pictures of Djurgarden make me miss those walks every week.
Mary,
It is a good walk, isn’t it?
Thanks for the encouragement, oh southern friend antropologa!
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