|Le printemps, by James Tissot|
Oh! How I long to wallow in the grass!
Yes, happy non winter.
Celebrating spring would be a little precipitous at this point; that is, if you consider that spring should normally look something like this:
|Effet de printemps à Giverny, by Claude Monet|
The light in that painting. The light!
We haven't seen that kind of light in months!
Granted, we have been able, this weekend, to get the bicycles and the basketball hoop out. The kids were ecstatic!
But as far as the awakening of nature is concerned, we need to be patient: the grass is still yellow, there are still some patches of snow, and there is no clear sign of any new buds or flowers, apart from the very beginning stage of crocuses.
(This is in Nova Scotia. My mom, who lives in Québec, was telling me this morning that she still needs to put on her snow shoes to go fill the bird feeders; on the bright side, she will shortly be attending a wedding in North Yorkshire, which, despite its name, should be warmer than Canada.)
|With a little luck, we will soon be able to walk around barefoot in the grass wearing a diaphane dress, and pick flowers as we go?|
Well, I couldn't care less when and where and what will happen, because this morning, when I opened the door to let the dog out, this is what I heard:
And that, my friends, was enough for me to get into a trance. Not unlike the trance I got when I saw the original of this aptly named painting at the Uffizi in Florence:
|Allegoria della Primavera, by Sandro Botticelli|
Mercury, The Graces, Cupid, Venus, Flora, Chloris and Zephyrus... we are ready! Come!
Is it spring in your corner of the world? What are the signs? How do you feel?