Already the days are perceptibly and demonstrably longer.
The nights though can still be sharp, nipping the edges with cold.
The early burgeoning bough may yet fall to a late frost.
This is a balancing time in nature, one where the bold may be rewarded, or die back in their headlong folly.
Come what may, the inevitability of spring is in this crepuscular moment.
Photo courtesy of the author.