In spring, the youngest daughter of the old year, the joyful and fun and came to us with her retinue of flowers, light and color.
Everything is wrapped in the cloak of sunlight that gently caresses the earth and all living things. Blue vault is reflected in the clear waters of rivers. Milder and days are longer and the nights shorter.
Spring bedding everywhere a multicolored carpet. The hills were green fields and orchards are preparing to give in bloom. In forests, tree moss is soft as a feather pillow and trees that have just cast off the mantle of snow proud look at the sun
