Today, on my way to the beach, I noticed the cabins on the parking lot.
Not related to this post- I’m still shocked and sad Prince died last week. Feels like I lost part of my youth.
April always feels like a new beginning, with its stunning beauty arising from the cold. The light comes back, and with it so many shades of green, soft and fragile, blossom like snow, the pink, the purple… overwhelming nature.
Searching for chocolate eggs.
|Vintage pitcher found at the Vrijmarkt. Outside black, inside celadon.
Nature’s way behind here at Texel…..blooming forsythia is all I see.