Now this looks like spring to me. It’s not when the flower is out and beautiful and all is well in the world. It’s the struggle as it pushes the snow aside and shows a determination to fight the elements and become what it was destined to be. I assume that is why I consider spring the most hopeful season. It the fight to be born and survive.
Some may assume spring is my favorite. I don’t have a favorite season, what I love are the changes in season. Each one is so unique and has its own beauty.