New England is certainly not know for early springs, but this year, fooling the senses with the sun shining warmly, the ground starting to soften and a not so little hope in the implausible. So ton this first day of March (though temperatures are still below freezing as I write this), thoughts of spring, gardens and flowers are easy.
Beside for a bit of foraging, it would be easy to get lost in a comfortable armchair with a stack of field guides and books reading up on these pretties.
I’ve been thinking about just what toadstools might crop up in the soil of dreaming imagination; these are a few of the variety in the works I saw in my mind:
robin egg blue toadstools
robin egg blue toadstools (wip)