This is the image that I get in my head whenever I hear 'An Appalachian Spring' by Aaron Copeland. Since Thursday I have been on my deck recording the movements of spring on our mountain. From the lone male cardinal sitting in the poplar tree to the rise of fog from the valley floor. Spring never busts out all over in our mountains. Instead, it appears as a pensive melody of green that builds gradually into a crescendo of brilliant cascades of color.
I took this particular photo in my pajamas this morning at around 7 a.m. I noticed the light spilling over the mountain and woke up my camera that was peacefully sleeping on the kitchen sideboard. If I have time this weekend, I will make an album of my spring shots.
**UPDATE**
It is now snowing up here.
