on midday walk warm wind is always welcome when it sweet aroma brings
so many people out despite the rain; umbrellas out, raincoats and hiding under the cherry trees
the smell of hyacinths – a scent reminiscent of this time last spring…
early morning light; the wind ruffles through the leaves of the evergreen trees
so much rain! the fields flood, the frogs are happy, snails crawl everywhere
“Not enough hours in a day” – for slaving to the system? no, thank you, go away!
hail in spring! the blossoms fall; rain washes away the faintly scented heap