As the harsh winter season finally released its icy grip on Garnt's village, the arrival of spring brought with it a wave of hope and renewal. The villagers, bundled up in their warmest clothes for months, now shed their heavy coats and scarves made with animal fur. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and joy as the first signs of life began to emerge.
One bright morning, Garnt couldn't help but smile as he walked through the village square, where children played and laughed, their cheeks flushed with the warmth of the sun. Elderly villagers gathered in small groups, basking in the gentle rays of the early spring sun.
Sure enough, the trees that had stood bare and skeletal during the long winter were now adorned with delicate green leaves, their branches swaying in the breeze.
