Spring in this land is not a time for lushness, and idyllic flowers sighing on light breezes and baby animals gambolling about. Spring here is just ugly. I can't comment on whether this is the case every year, but this year spring is ugly.
These next pictures I took down by the water, and I must admit they have a rather harsh, striking beauty about them, but it's not quite the May I was looking forward to either.
Welcome to spring in the north. I just finished getting caught up in game of thrones, and I can't help but imagine that perhaps this is what spring looks like in Winterfell as well.