Passes dull winter time. The gray sky is blue. The sun is increasingly peeks out from behind the gray clouds and clouds. Comes she's beautiful spring.
I really love spring. Love her precisely because it marks the end of cold weather and endless snow. In the spring from under the warm thawed out first flowers - snowdrops. They say that those who will see the snowdrops will be happy. Unfortunately, I never saw these rare colors. But, I'm sure everyone wants to find them.
In the spring the snow melts. The trees are exposed. With their branches decreases the melting snow, exposing the bare branches. Actually, it's not naked, because they already buds swell, which then will grow leaves.
When I see trees covered with young leaves, inside I feel so warm inside. As if the sun warms me with its warmth.
Finally, willow blossoms. Everyone is sure to break a few sprigs of willow to bring her home and put in a beautiful vase. So is he, our Russian tradition going since time immemorial.
Finally, in early may do not have any traces of the previous spring. Not enough hot summers with his passim the sun. The first week of may - the most wonderful time. All around breathes youth. The trees are lush with greens. The sky without a single cloud. Never go heavy rains.
I really love spring. All spring blooms, everything becomes beautiful. And we see the nature in its bright liveliness.
I really love spring. Love her precisely because it marks the end of cold weather and endless snow. In the spring from under the warm thawed out first flowers - snowdrops. They say that those who will see the snowdrops will be happy. Unfortunately, I never saw these rare colors. But, I'm sure everyone wants to find them.
In the spring the snow melts. The trees are exposed. With their branches decreases the melting snow, exposing the bare branches. Actually, it's not naked, because they already buds swell, which then will grow leaves.
When I see trees covered with young leaves, inside I feel so warm inside. As if the sun warms me with its warmth.
Finally, willow blossoms. Everyone is sure to break a few sprigs of willow to bring her home and put in a beautiful vase. So is he, our Russian tradition going since time immemorial.
Finally, in early may do not have any traces of the previous spring. Not enough hot summers with his passim the sun. The first week of may - the most wonderful time. All around breathes youth. The trees are lush with greens. The sky without a single cloud. Never go heavy rains.
I really love spring. All spring blooms, everything becomes beautiful. And we see the nature in its bright liveliness.