when winter turns to spring

It’s a little early for spring, but who am I to argue with nature (aka anthropogenic climate change)?

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” – C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (1950)

Photographed in William B. Umstead State Park, Raleigh, North Carolina

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