A couple of days ago I had been in the mountains with harsh weather conditions:
* loads of snow
* heavy wind
* freezing cold
And the trees in the valleys also didn’t show any reason to believe that spring is around the corner.
Then last week I’ve heard a nightingale sing and thought that spring must be near.
Today is the 2nd day of sunshine in Cologne and the Rhine valley. Just by chance (really by chance?) the old primary textbook from Taiwan fell into my hands: and there it says: 春天来了。
The text says both in Chinese characters and the phonetic system (BoPoMoFo): In the garden the grass has become green and the flowers have opened. Mummy says: “Spring has come!” The young boy (literally the younger brother) asks the mother: “Who is spring? Did he come by car on by foot?” The mother laughs and says: “The grass has become green and the flowers have opened, the weather is warm, this is, what spring has come means.”
And I’ve found snowdrops and crocuses.
Well, let’s call it early spring, and this includes the thrill of anticipation – let’s wait for for the apply trees to bloom and the full spring.