Why does the beginning look so much like the end?

Out in the garden today, trying to find something beautiful to photograph.

Impatiently waiting for the first flower.

Realizing how much the "beginning" of spring looks like the "end" of fall.
When we feel discouraged, when something we have been working on begins to look like a dead-end, are we sure it's the end?
Maybe it's just the beginning.
Waiting, watching...