Spring means daffodils, tiny lambs, and startlingly changeable weather. It means Easter Sunday, green leaves filling up the bare trees, and a little more sunshine. It also means rain (but so does winter, summer, and autumn, because this is Ireland after all).
“The beauty of winter is that it makes you appreciate spring.”
- Lucy Maud Montgomery
currently:
reading: Silver on the Tree (The Dark is Rising #5) by Susan Cooper
listening to: Santa Fe from Newsies
fan-girling about: Oh my gosh the Catching Fire trailer.
