Spring by the Second

#springwander Nothing is static here—not even the stillness. Every second brings something new: a bud unfolding, a beam of light shifting, a breeze full of scent. The trees move slowly, confidently, like they’ve done this forever. And they have. Hontanilla reminds you that growth doesn’t shout. It hums. It glows. You find yourself watching the sky differently. Even time grows tender in this light.