On a walk last week I stopped to snap a picture of a blue spruce with its new green growth. This happens every year, of course, but for once I was in a position to notice it.

I love the dusty blue of the  mature tree, how it looks so wintry in winter with its cool tones, its chilly hue. But I think I love it even more now after seeing the green behind it.

Look beneath the hood, it tells me. See what there is to see,