Spring is coming
The sun shines, the fields bloom,
The days come flowery and mild,
The evening blossoms, and bright days go down
From the sky downward, where the days arise.
The year appears with its times
Like a splendor, where festivals spread,
Man's activity begins with new purpose,
So are the signs in the world, the wonders many.
Very beautifully captured! Lovely scent too.
Wow wunderschönes Foto. Hut ab ;)