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~ Rilke
There's a dash of pink everywhere, punctuated by spots of yellow and red. The aptly named trumpet flowers announce a very short-lived spring, lining an otherwise lackluster, concrete world with some life and grace. Spring, only a year back and somewhere on the other end of the globe, used to mean something else. The pearly cherry blossoms and the regal tulips will always bloom in some nomadic, alpine corner of my heart. Every spring. Tropics have their own spring too, and so do I. One of pink hopes and green desires.
Pink blossom against deep blue sky, an image I can only dream about.
ReplyDeleteSpring has shrunk back into the arms of winter here and there’s little hope of a change in the near future.
So I will have to be satisfied with your reminders.
Oh dear Friko, I wish you plenty of sun and shine for the coming days. Though I know the woes of a perpetual winter, how I wish we had one here, ever since the signs of a harsh summer are already on the prowl. But of course, I'll have your garden pictures to soothe me then.
DeleteDear Suman
ReplyDeleteIt's so beautiful!! And joyful. I love these colors!
Yes it absolutely is, dear Celine. I think you might catch the glimpse of a bloom or two while you are here.
Delete'Pink hopes and green desires' *sigh*
ReplyDeleteYesterday, as I walked under a grey-white sky, I looked up through the early plum blossoms and thought that they have their own special beauty even when viewed against a less-than blue sky.
Spring here is all about daffodils, moss, rain and the promise of the pots of tulips lining the veranda.
I promise you a tulip post soon!
I can see those plum blossoms poised against a grey sky; that used to be such a familiar site once upon a time. One look out of our living window and one could see the mossy trees, clumps of stray daffodils, and of course the never-ceasing hum of the rain!
DeleteI will be looking forward to that tulip post - many thanks in advance!