This is how spring starts there, where I grew up. Not only that, but it also manifests itself in various ways, differing from day to day, and I still recall a few, even though it has been over sixty years since I had these memories.
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I'm already talking about a place I left sixty years ago to live in a faraway city, but I've returned on every vacation I've had.
Whenever I visit my grandparents' house, where I had a wonderful childhood, I go to the place where I spent most of my time with my friends.
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Of course, it may seem like just a country road, but for me, it was a place where freedom was almost absolute, with no parents or grandparents to keep an eye on us and to forbid us certain manifestations.
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Yes, it may seem like just a country road, but for us, it was no man's land —a dividing line between the village where we lived and the neighboring village, separated by a deep valley known as Glimeii Valley.
My village, Opriseni, is less visible from this position.
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On the opposite side, further away, lies the village of Radaseni.
When I was a child, I wasn't particularly interested in looking around, and in the distance, we were only thinking about playing; these images of the surrounding landscape slipped into my memory.
Now, every time I arrive, I first look around and I can't get enough of the beauty of the place and, above all, of what I can't do in the city, to look at the horizon.
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Although my village was and still is my love, as it is nestled between two close hills, it is not as photogenic as the neighboring village, and I was more interested in photographing this one.
This is how spring starts here...
The winter that has just departed, calendrically and astronomically, has left a landscape identical to that of the fall when it settled here.
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Trees without leaves and dry grass that look nothing like spring, which, however, has come.
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However, there are clear signs that spring is approaching, signs that I have recognized since childhood. Certain flowers that grow only in this valley, a yellow peony that is a rare, protected flower, though almost no one knows it.
Adonis vernalis, known variously as pheasant's eye, spring pheasant's eye, yellow pheasant's eye, and false hellebore, is a perennial flowering plant in the buttercup family Ranunculaceae. It is found in dry meadows and steppes in Eurasia. More specifically, this plant grows in a wide range of locations, which include open forests, forest clearings, dry meadows, mesic steppe, and mostly calcareous soil. Source
I can say that this Adonis vernalis is a harbinger, but there are other signs, the most obvious being the flowering trees. Fewer now, only the most hasty.
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The white flowers distinguish them from other dormant trees.
This is how spring begins in places where nature is still more potent than human creations.
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I rely mostly on photos in all my blogs. Words don't help me as much as photos.I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words. When I post on Photography Lovers, the words have even less importance; they serve as a companion to the photos I want to share. This often makes the story uninteresting, yet it is necessary; otherwise, the photos would merely be a series of ordinary images.
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to overjudge the text and to focus on the photos.
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I don't think so.
Everything depends on the beholder.
