Bare branches of each tree on this chilly January morn look so cold so forlorn. Gray skies dip ever so low left from yesterday’s dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree waiting for each who wait to see new life as warm sun and breeze will blow, like magic, unlock springs sap to flow, buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow. Nelda Hartmann, January Morn.
Magic awaits
Nice to know that buds and leaves are not that far away.
The French word for heart is Coeur.
The English word courage has Anglo French origins. Etymology link.
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Winter is when the whole of nature rests and gathers strength...
Lovely blue skies!
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