Last Wednesday, Leap Day, February 29th, it snowed. Quite a lot. Winter arrived in Minnesota on the final day of February and dropped a few inches of heavy, wet, build-the-world’s-tallest-snowman snow. My girls reveled in it. Correction: Elena reveled in it. Stella refused to put on gloves and learned very quickly that snow is cold. And cold hands make for a miserable little girl.
One week later, as fast as it came, the snow retreated once more. Spring is coming. I can smell it on the pavement in the morning. I hear it in the song of the birds. Soon, green grass, golden sunshine (that lasts past seven o’clock!), lilacs (oh how I missed the lilacs the last two years) and warm, fresh breathe-it-in-deep-and-sigh-it-out air will arrive. But before spring can…spring, the thaw must come. And with it-water. Puddles.
I could photograph these girls all day long. It comes so naturally-taking their photographs. No stress. No pressure. No fear of failure or missing “the” shot.
Pure, blissful, amazing heart. And I love the feeling of it.