The spring flowers rise from a bed of fall leaves that still remained under the bushes. They are nice in small size, also, but if you click on it, you can see a better, big size of them.
I took a bunch of photos of the same ones, from farther, and so from more of them together, but this one is the one I prefer so far, one has a better feeling of the closeness of fall (winter leaves) and the spring fragile flowers of the beginning of March.
Beginnings and endings together.
Yesterday, raining, I looked at an old box and found a notebook from 2002 with writings I have yet to put on the computer. I found a big gap between how I did believe that year went for me and what the texts tells me. It was a happy meeting.