11 March 2012

first picnic

. time for the first picnic . still on a winter calendar . yet the unmistakable summer sky . temperatures rising from almost freezing just last week to 26ºC today . the balmy nights . the early, too early! crickets songs . the blooming on trees, the chirping of birds in spring, mingled with it . the strangeness of it all . a feeling of no winter as such . simply a very long, worrying cold bright skies spell . not a drop of rain since early november . the river runs sadly dry . no nostalgia of winter I'm in need . I loose sense of time . what season is it? .