While I’m happy to be moving toward Spring, even if slowly, I’ll miss seeing the bones of the bare trees that will soon to be covered again in leaves. They are like old friends with whom I have a conversation every morning when I wake up.
I love the changes that come with the seasons but I also love the familiarity that greets their return. So goodbye for now to the limbs of this Box Elder and Red Maple at dawn and Black Locust against the sunset last week. I’ll look forward to seeing you again in late October.
Still Learning To See 
I know what you mean, the silhouettes of trees are like friends in winter. However, equally wonderful is the rustling of the wind through the leaves. I think I miss that even more!
They’re still your friends, it is just that they have clothes on…
Well said, John–we just read IT’S RAINING FROGS AND FISHES by Jerry Dennis for the Manchester Book Club, and what a treat to be reminded of the joys each season holds. I’m looking forward to rain 🙂 Dennis says:
“A good rain demands celebration. Water is the most precious substance on earth and yet it falls in abundance, freely, from the sky. We should catch it in silver bowls and tally every drop. It should inspire us, like children, to dance in circles, run stomping through puddles, and sing in gratitude.”
Yep, the puddles await!
Beautiful images, my fellow season-lover! Just back from nephew’s wedding in Yosemite (totally lucked out on the weather!!!) and our Sarah’s next week. A busy spring for us.