A strange sort of inbetween week. The greenhouse cleaned up and waiting, but the frost date hasn't passed yet. Empty pots all lined up waiting for new things.
I carefully study tulips partially grown and the tiny blue muscari putting on their quiet delicate show. This is what beginnings looks like. Expectant and small. Tentative and stubborn.
The textures and colours show true though, in their edged past slipped through time. These things are well rehearsed.
At the ready for new days, new months, new relaxed shoulders, new eyes that know how to look now.