From last couple of weeks - the chill in the air has been gradually decreasing. Initially, it was just afternoons that turned from cold to balmy - with the nights and mornings still chilly.
Though since last week, the afternoons have become decidedly pleasant with the maximum temperatures that are nearer to 10 deg. C.
And today of all days, as I was walking to work, I could hear bird songs that was a first since winter set in earnest last december. Whats more is I could see an occasional blade of grass turned to green!
So I am increasingly getting certain that the spring is on the doorstep.
Dont mistake me. I am no poet and nor have I gone off my rocker(even if I may sound like one ). But after long cold winter and looking at drab landscapes for months on end, a hint of green here and a bird song there instantly turns you into one!
Though I have experienced Winters and Springs during my travels, none were "enjoyed" in sucession. So in manner of speaking; this is my first spring and look what it has done to me even before it is completely here!
Himani painted plum blossoms to sort of mini-celebrate this occassion.
We framed the painting and gave it away as a gift to family-friend who had invited us for a dinner.
But not before I it on the camera
Now I guess I understand the meaning of why P.G Wodhouse's Bertie(or even uncle Galhad) turns into poet when the Spring is in the air(and roses bloom in Aunt Dhalia's garden)!
cheerio!