the spice of ginger
sweet sight of snowdrops
a feast for winter weary eyes
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the spice of ginger
sweet sight of snowdrops
a feast for winter weary eyes
The face of beauty in these troubled times.
It must come as a relief to know that the season is finally turning towards renewal.
It’s peeking through my neck of the woods as well. Blessings. 🌿🌱🍃
Yes, indeed!
Ah-h, yes.
Sure an’ it’s a bit of emerald green on this day, lass.
Sailte!
Paz