Ribbons, blue, from Springtime’s hand
flutter now through Zephyr’s regence;
sweet and well remembered fragrance
ominously sweeps the land.
prone to shy appearing.
- Hark, from far a gentle harping sound!
Springtime, yes, it’s you
that I have been hearing!
-- Eduard Mörike, rhyming translations into English by Bertram Kottmann
This is a very beautiful German poem by Eduard Mörike who lived in my area from 1804 to 1875. Every year in spring I think I can feel what he has felt many years before.
I love spring. It's just great to see all the trees and flowers waking up. The first two pictures are taken in Stuttgart in a park. Unfortunately it was late in the evening and they look a little bit cold and dark, but it was a lovely day.
This picture shows apple blossoms in my Dad's garden in 2005.