Edge of Spring - Card

Have you ever noticed the hush in the air that only winter brings? This woodland fox captures that quiet moment of stillness before spring arrives. The artwork turns an everyday card into something both personal and meaningful.

Printed on recyclable matte photo paper and paired with a recycled envelope, each card has rich color and a blank inside for your own words. Share encouragement, celebrate a birthday, or simply send a thoughtful hello. With its woodland charm and sense of renewal, this design is just as fitting for cozy cottage settings as it is for anyone who loves nature and animals.

Product Details

• • Dimensions: Card: 5 1/2" x 4 1/4", Envelope: 5 3/4" x 4 3/8"
  • Designed and printed in house 
  • Quality dye-based inks
  • Ships with 100% recycled, reused, or reclaimed materials
  • Origin: printed in U.S.A.

About the Paper

• Matte photo paper
• 100% recyclable
• Paper made in U.S.A.

About the Artist

Shannon Marie strives to capture real, beautiful, every day moments printed with the earth in mind. Every piece has an original story created to go with it. The story acts as a reminder to slow down and enjoy the small day-to-day moments. It is her hope, when you look at this bookmark, you will be encouraged to do just that, and that you will have peace of mind, knowing it was made in an eco-friendly manner.

Story:

Edge of Spring

He stood at the edge of the woods that creaked and moaned. Now that the snow had thinned and the earth began to remember warmth, the trees could stretch toward the heavens once more. The wind carried something soft. Not quite a scent, not quite a sound, but something familiar, like a memory that rose with his breath.

Winter had been long, but not unkind. There had been time to rest, to think, to walk slowly through the hush only the snow can bring. And now, without rush or reason, something inside him, like a flame, began to flicker.

He didn’t move just yet. Not because he needed to be still, but because stillness felt good. The hush around him held room for wonder, for remembering the scent of blooming things and imagining the feel of soft grass underfoot. He was lost in the kind of daydream that visits just before joy returns.

The time would come for running. For leaping through green fields and chasing the wind. But today, the joy was in the waiting. In the knowing. In the slow and certain coming of spring.

“All the best things are wild and free.”
— Henry David Thoreau