I love spring. I love the damp, rich, smell after a spring storm and the cool refreshing breezes that whisper over the meadows. I love listening to the cheery cries of the songbirds flitting among the gentle glow of the rising sun. I love the sweet aroma of violets and apple blossoms, the vibrant green of fresh grass as I wander through dewy pastures. Everywhere I look is a beautiful promise of new life. “Dawn blew her silvery breath across the quiet world, and slowly it awoke. The songbirds roused themselves from their night-time abode and trilled their gentle morning tunes, beckoning the coming light. Dainty apple blossoms whose petals glistened with beads of dew clung in snowy clusters from the ancient, sloping boughs in the North orchard. A doe and her two spotted, wobbly-legged fawns vanished into the whispering wood. In the East the sun, a great, glittering sphere, peeked up above the shadowy pine grove cascading glorious golden light over the waiting world.” ("Dawn in May" by Noel Vanderbilt, 5/23/18) Spring is a season of awakening. Of new begins. Of hope. Maple boughs unfurl their delicate leaves, tiny chicks break through their shells into a bright world, fragrant buds blossom with the dazzling sunshine, tender green shoots glisten with the morning dew, the whole world itself seems to glimmer with new life. Thanks for viewing! I hope in some way these photos brought a little note of joy to your heart.
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AuthorHey there! I’m Noel. An 18-year old living in the beautiful West Michigan countryside. An aspiring writer, horse-crazy country girl, sister of five, amateur photographer, chocolate enthusiast, used-to-be-ballerina, recovering perfectionist, decided introvert, but mostly…a broken mess redeemed by Christ. Thanks for stopping by. Archives
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