It’s the first day of spring and the sun coming out was a big deal after the sudden snowing during the weekend. It was kind of wreaking havoc on my spring photography plans, actually. Yesterday, “la veille” of spring, even felt like it was mid-winter. It was so grey but I’ve felt serene during my bus ride while looking at the snow covered trees and gardens as well as snowy vehicle roofs.
It’s like winter, just because the trees are bare doesn’t mean they’re dead. – Sex and the City
Call me nuts but I do wonder what the trees and the plants are feeling about this crazy and extreme weather fluctuation. Every time I see those budding flowers and leaves, I have the urge to ask them, well, I did ask them in a telepathic way if they are okay about all of these. I was like, “Hey, are you not mad about this atras-abante weather? Because if I were you, I would surely go on sulking.” Sadly, it’s a one-way communication so I have no way of knowing. We’ll just see it in avril. (Yes, it’s avril and it’s not because I don’t like April. I’m just practicing my french.)
Cherry blossoms and Magnolias are part of the definition of spring in my dictionary, hence, it will be quite worrisome; at least for me, if their buds are being fried by the snow. Last week, I saw few Magnolias in the 12th arrondissement in Paris, and their buds looked like they’re wilting. My heart went shalala lala yesterday afternoon after seeing the same magnolias with their buds opening up to welcome the official start of spring, perhaps. I did manage to snap few shots, thanks to my handy iPhone SE.