everything is growing

The spring  is weaving green, light and pure, over the scenery.

 Moss grows sporophores, delicate little 'flowers' glowing red and orange.

 The older spruce are covered with beard lichen and horse hair - the air is clean.

 Spring is like green mist over the birch.

 On the field some work has been done.

 It is the most green.... light and fresh and pure...

 And everything is growing, growing, GROWING... like in a hurry, a sudden burst of intense will to live... summer is so short and so much needs to happen...