Mypictureday ~ Pictures of the February forest
My entry in the contest #mypictureday organized by @timsaid.
The latest month winters writes its the end of the. Very soon we will hear the enchanting sounds of the first drop. Yet the winter feels reigns in our area. Although the naked eye we can see the struggle of Winter and Spring. Little by little spring declares itself. The weather has been very capricious. Snowfall abruptly gives way to a shining sun. On the street windy, and it seems that we can expect anything now: snowstorm, frost or thaw - everything is possible.
Me and my little daughter Eva went for a walk in the woods. Surprises the weather can't scare us. We are armed with sled and camera, with us our dog friends - Peach and Lucky. And we'll have fun no matter what!
In such changeable weather, on the edge of spring, I am reminded of a poem by the great Russian poet Tyutchev:
Winter’s spite is vain
for its time has come at last.
Knocking at the panes,
spring has cast
it out and everything’s in turmoil,
bustling Winter out,
and skylarks in the blueness
have taken up the shout.
Winter is still fussing
and grumbling at the spring.
The latter laughs right in her face,
her noise is louder still.
The evil sorceress is wild.
She grabs a pile of snow.
She runs away and starts to throw
it at the pretty child.
That hardly causes Spring much grief:
she washes in the snow,
and just to spite her enemy,
her cheeks begin to glow.
Fun games in the snow really reheated our cheeks. Eva is so beautiful, my sweet daughter. She's so fresh and I actually see her as the personification of Spring from this poem!
February is an amazing month, full of contrasts. At the very edge of winter, and it seems that now everything is possible. It's the end of dark time. The end of a difficult time. Now soon will come the warmth and the luck will come and the light. And people are getting so excited now. Deep down, everyone believes that spring will come and everything will work out. Retreat all the problems and start a new life with a clean slate. As nature begins its dawn in the spring, so does man place many of his hopes on this time.
Every year, nature is reborn in spring. Isn't that wonderful? From withered grass and of the dry of leaves again sprout new shoots. This is a lesson of nature for all of us. It's never too late to start over. Do not lose heart and give up. The time will come, and the strength to come back. And the heart wants to dream. In the darkest moments of despair remember: spring will come, and the flowers will bloom again!
Thank you for reading. I will be happy with your votes and comments. The photos were taken by me with the camera Canon 650D and 18/55 mm lens. @Anna-Mi
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