It’s equinox season: that blessed time of year when day equals night, and when, for us, the days are getting longer.
The full moon. The equinox.
It’s transition time in so many ways. Those wonderful winter trees, their tracery of twigs and branches transcribed against the sky are skeletal still: but only just.
This morning, on my way out, I noticed tightly furled leaf buds, glossy and taut on shrubs in the garden. Two hours later, coming back, the tender leaves had burst out, tiny and delicate, waiting to be toughened up and to grow in the mild spring air. It was very windy too – hence no photos.
Has spring sprung?
A late afternoon sky over the River Ure, just before the equinox.
Today’s Ragtag Challenge is Tracery.https://wp.me/p9YcOU-1ll
All photos apart from the first and the last one were taken walking through the parkland of Studley Royal, Fountains Abbey.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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