The Promise of Imbolc

It is Imbolc--the time of year when plants buds begin to come awake and cows' milk begins to flow. I begin to impatiently await spring. It's just around the corner. Here are two photos of wild plum trees that I've transplanted from the forest into the clearing; buds at the bottom and blossoms at the top. I just wish I could include the heavenly smell. Click to enlarge