Spring, sprang, sprung

Still being in Sweden I am experiencing 'spring-winter' (vårvinter) with loads of snow - dripping, melting. The sun heating up my face, wrapped up in a heavy coat and wooly hat, sipping my coffee out of the flask. Dreaming of, looking forward to, brighter days.
My friend back in England sent me an email - the weather has been so nice - she's been wearing just a dress and a cardi. I'm going back there next week. I bet it's already blossoming now, been away for nearly 6 weeks. Spoke to another friend today, in Florida, she got warm days, she got a tan.

It all makes me think of this lovely painting, this is spring to me. And soon we will be able to fill our own pretty glasses with freshly picked spring.



A year ago I was in Amsterdam, experiencing Van Gogh's masterpieces in real life. Wow, that is something I tell you. The man accomplished so much in his short period as an artist. More here.

The word 'spring' in Swedish means 'run', maybe that's what spring is - running, picking up energy, running running, with the sun in our face, the trees and the plants filled with energy too, little blossoms springing out, saying 'hello world!'

Anyway, spring makes me smile and dream of warm winds on my cheeks.
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