For see, the winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of pruning the vines has come,
and the song of the dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance.
Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one,
and come! (Song of Songs 2:11-13)
Yesterday was a beautiful morning in Seattle. I went on a walk with Tune to capture more images of those wondrous cherry trees. As the flowers appeared on the earth I heard the ancient call that keeps hope planted inside of me ready to spring forth like a spectacle of snowy petals.
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts