...And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest...
(From: 'The Sensitive Plant' by Percy Byssche Shelley)
Over the years I've learned to appreciate every season's peculiarities. I was born in Spring and have memories of sunny birthdays and no exam periods!
I think it's always so surprising that Spring touches the world so carefully, as if it starts to color the trees, skies and bushes with a paintbrush dipped in a watercolour palette. Slowly, letting us know that it has been waiting around the corner, substituting Winter from its heavy task. A warmer sun, but a bit of a colder wind. Flowers start to bloom, birds start to sing. Then the graduality of the changing of seasons suddenly stops: you look around and the trees and the fields are green as if Winter was a dream.
Here's a sweet song about changing seasons and I love when she's about to sing about Spring, a percussion instrument like a xylophone or something like that announces the Spring awakening.
Happy Sunday! Happy Spring!