Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
As this beautiful poem says: here you’ll find my atmospheric seasonal photographs that hopefully will bring a smile to your face. Because every now and then we all need a little distraction and a moment to ourselves, don’t we? So have a look and enjoy!
It happens every year, and yet remains a wonderful experience. After months of darkness, cold, storms, snow, rain, black ice and a cold that chills you to the bone, suddenly this magical moment has arrived.
It usually comes suddenly. One day you step outside and immediately sense that something has changed. There is something in the air, in the quality of the light. Things smell different, too. There is a sense of expectation in the air, as if something is about to happen. Oh yes.
Birds are usually the first to know. I noticed for instance that, after months of silence, I recently woke up again very early in the morning to the sound of birds singing and chirping. Interesting detail: it was still pitch-dark. Birds appear to have a sixth sense for spring.
With some luck I’ll soon be able to sit outside in the garden again. If I close my eyes, I can almost hear the familiar sound of the ice-cream man’s bell; but also clear children’s voices shouting excitedly, the sound of a bouncing ball, a neighbour who is knocking something together, a barking dog. Everybody has renewed vigor to do all kinds of jobs outside, and that’s wonderful, particularly after such a long period of being cooped up inside. I’ll even go as far as to say that spring evokes such an ecstatic feeling precisely because we’ve had to endure our autumnal and wintry life as a hermit for so long. I’m quite sure that we would miss the seasons, yes, even the rain, if we always had nice weather. You know, an alternation between warm and slightly warmer days would soon grow tedious.
The bright green of budding spring foliage in our garden hurts my eyes, the hostas are visibly growing, and the majestic magnolia a little further down the road is about to burst into a spectacular display of glorious white and pink flowers.
Yes, it’s now official.