How often have you hoped a promise would be fulfilled?
And, just what are all those connotations surrounding the word–promise–all the aura–all the magic?
Today as I looked at the above image, in real life, I was convinced that the promise of spring had been fulfilled–entrancingly fulfilled.
I looked and looked–the greens dark, the greens alive–then I remembered the questions about plants and design–evergreen or deciduous?