Two small purple to wish you a wonderful week. The almond blossoms are about to hatch. Some small aster yellows, survivors, we always say hello when small walks. We are in February and the temperatures are so mild that you could imagine in the spring. Yet nature is still asleep. Just countless small buds growing impatient at the end of branches. This will soon be the great explosion.
Good day to you. Ivano
While at their perverse works Men are panting Mars laughs, despite the rain, Prepares secret spring. For small daisies slyly when everything sleeps, He returns collars And carves buttercups. In the orchard and the vineyard, He goes, stealth hairdresser With a puff swan Sprinkle the almond to frost. Nature rests in bed; him down the garden desert lace And the rosebuds In their green velvet corset. While composing music theory, That, blackbirds whistling softly, He sows to near the snowdrops And the violets in the woods. On watercress fountain Where the deer drink, listening intently, From his hidden hand he recites The silver bells thrush. On the grass, so you pick it He puts the bur ruddy complexion, And you braid hat leaves To protect you from the sun. Then, when his work is done, And that her reign will end, the threshold of turning the head in April, He said: "Spring, you can come!" Theophile Gautier,
first smile of spring
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