A promise, on a cold, rainwet day …

  
Summer comes.

It cannot be stopped, will not be held back.

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It pushes up from the southernmost places, unfurling in gold light.

The icecicles grow narrow. 

The pond darkens at its center — liquid underneath, warming into wet.

Small green things force their way out of the earth and into the sun — believing, as they always do, that winter cannot last.

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Oh, friends … I can promise you this:

Summer stops for nothing. ❀

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  1. I was surprised to see a color photo along your words πŸ™‚ Yesterday we had such a wonderful weather here in Switzerland, clear blue sky and the sun was shining – it was the best! Today we’re back to clouds.

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    1. I’m glad, Suci! I’m not typically into color — I love surrounding myself with layered tonal colors, particularly very muted shades — but this time of year the world around me is very gray, and so I’m hungry for brightness and light.

      Wishing your lots of sun, and vivid colors galore! Enjoy! πŸ™‚

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        1. You’re so right. That, and I dearly miss the green. I’ve filled my house with great big tropical bromeliads, and just today I brought home a sheaf of ivy that had fallen from the trees in our recent windstorm. It’s like my eyes are hungry for certain colors … Sometimes ravenous. πŸ™‚

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