text and images britt-arnhild
When you live in a part of the world which is covered in snow almost half the year, spring is a new beginning. Every year is like waking up from a long Cinderella sleep.
Every year I am impatience to see more flowers, have warmer temperatures, for summer to come. At the same time I want every spring minute to last an eternity.
For months the garden has been white. White dreams. Dreams of a spring, a summer, an autumn to come. The circle of the year. The perfect circle.
Most of the snow has melted now, and every morning I am out to seek spring.
Spring. Sprang. Sprung.
The season to fall in love.