

Spring had come. A clear blue sky began to peep through the low-hanging clouds. It could be so clear-blue only in spring. Tinkling brooks ran along the ground. At first they were few, but every day they cut through the ice with their streams more and more often. The singing of early birds and tinkling drops from the roofs fill the world, spring music replaces the long winter silence and howling wind. Everything is in motion: birds fussing on the branches, pearls dripping merrily from the eaves. Snow is still hiding in dark corners, does not want to realize that with every hour the drifts are getting smaller, they cannot hide from the warm, long-awaited sun. The days are getting longer and brighter. People are happy about the coming spring.
Smiles appear on their faces more and more often.
What is your favorite time of the year ? 😍