Season of Rebirth

Spring suits me. Leaves start to slowly appear back onto trees, flowers start blooming. Colour start becoming more vibrant. I like the idea of spring.

Tulip buds have started to show in certain parts of Sweden, I was told.

I think I'll like spring.

Just not the transition from winter to spring.

Snow started to melt yesterday. The temperature is above 0C. They are carting away truckloads of snow on the ground after placing it in neat piles along the sides of the road.

The shops have started to change their window displays, from heavy sweaters to spring clothes. Shoot. I have to wait for people to come in the begining of May to pass me my spring clothes. One and one-half more months to go. You guys coming in May, remember to get them from my home!

It's no longer beautiful white, but dull grey. Worse still, the ground is wet, grey, sloppy. Absolutely disgusting. At this point in time, I would prefer it to continue snowing instead. I have gotten used to the cold, really.

The transition is horrible. Why can't the seasons change with a snap of the fingers. Immediately. No mess, no fuss. Mother Nature works very slowly indeed.