These little crocuses are some of the earliest flowers to appear, even if the snow is still there.
These little crocuses are some of the earliest flowers to appear, even if the snow is still there.
The sun already feels warm, but the nights are cold.
Waiting for warm weather.
In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.
Buson (1716 - 1784)
I am wearing my down filled winter coat.
However, I do enjoy all your pictures.
They remind me what spring could be like.
All flowers are starting to bloom, irises, Lilacs and many more.
It is beautiful to see nature in Spring.
Love,
Vicky
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Dear Margherita,
Thank you for all the beautiful spring images.
We had a very cold winter and it is very good to see spring in all its beauty.
Spring has actually arrived here now with Magnolia trees, and other trees in bloom. This is my favourite season. Everything is young and fresh, and the colours are soft and delicate.
Love,
Inda
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Beautiful images. Thank you kindly dear Margherita;
and thank you Inda for the lovely spring picture.
Let us enjoy spring because here the season is very short.
We will soon have very hot summer weather.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you
. ~Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
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Wonderful pictures, dear Yoko and dear Inda. You make me dream of walking barefoot in that alley, while pink petals swirl in the air and the sweetness of life is revealed.
Love,
Margherita
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Spring is so beautiful. Everything is fresh and many things are in bloom.
Did you hear that winter’s over? The basil
and the carnations cannot control their
laughter. The nightingale, back from his
wandering, has been made singing master
over the birds. The trees reach out their
congratulations. The soul goes dancing
through the king’s doorway. Anemones blush
because they have seen the rose naked.
Spring, the only fair judge, walks in the
courtroom, and several December thieves steal
away, Last year’s miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in from non-
existence, galaxies scattered around their
feet. Have you met them? Do you hear the
bud of Jesus crooning in the cradle? A single
narcissus flower has been appointed Inspector
of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen: the
wind is pouring wine! Love used to hide
inside images: no more! The orchard hangs
out its lanterns. The dead come stumbling by
in shrouds. Nothing can stay bound or be
imprisoned. You say, “End this poem here,
and wait for what’s next.” I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are.
Rumi
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb