Yesterday the sun and the breeze whispered light and shade through the brand new leaves. Today is cloudy and grey but the trees are still trying out their new leaves, still whispering and sighing. Gentle rustlings of early Summer. I hope the sun comes back tomorrow to join in again, for a day to be spent drawing in town.
Above: a lacemaker who is also a florist. Doesn't that sound like a fairytale job description?! :)
Green rustlings to your weekend :)