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Rural Spring Signs Mini Journal

We're looking forward to the signs of spring, some subtle like the bulging of buds on bare branches that will burst into gorgeous fresh leaves one day soon, and the green spears of spring bulbs pushing the dark earth aside as they clamber to the light.


Spring signs mini journal on barn board flat lay from www.rural.mag.com



Here in the Okanagan, BC we're still waiting for signs, the temperatures are supposed to rise, the snow's supposed to melt, but it's oh so hard to wait.

If you find yourself comparing a new Spring's arrival to the previous one wouldn't it be great to have an easy way to record them?

I've created the Rural Spring Signs Mini Journal just for you, to help record those first delicate signs of spring, something small that can be tucked away afterwards, pulled out for reference next year.

So, how do you get yours?


White barn board flay lay with mini journal from www.ruralmag.com



It's easy, sign up for Rural's seasonal email newsletter, sent out approximately four times a year and you'll not only be joining our amazing community of women who love nature and outdoors but will also get this free download link for Rural's Spring Signs Mini Journal.

Sign up here for Rural's Spring Signs Mini Journal and Seasonal Newsletter.

It's a cute memento of a season that's made us wait just a touch too long.

Signs of Spring mini journal printable on barn board flat lay from www.ruralmag.com

Sign up now and get the free downloadable PDF so you can print this one-page easy fold Spring Signs Mini Journal from Rural, and start recording your own signs of spring.

Sign up for Rural's Spring Signs Mini Journal, and Seasonal Newsletter here

If you're already signed up for Rural's seasonal newsletter, drop me a note at jen@ruralmag.com with your email, and I'll send you the link to the download.

If you'd like to share your signs of spring with others who love all things Rural, come and visit us on Rural's facebook page, and check out our Instagram feed we're @ruralmusings to see more photos of the rural Okanagan forests, fields, and flowers.

I'm looking forward to seeing signs of spring both here, and in your world.

Jen @ Rural




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