What spring weather definitely doesn't deserve is trust. A couple of days ago, the weather was warm and brightly sunny. It seemed a little more and the world around will play with bright colours. But no. Like a teenage girl, touchy and capricious, the weather was filled with rain tears, instantly turning the charm of spring into sadness and dirt under her feet.

Finally, spring gives me the opportunity to decorate my ribbon with bright colours. Nature comes to life, the world around changes, albeit timidly, but confidently. The first flowers this year were crocuses. They are almost always ahead of everyone else. I once collected a good collection and now I enjoy the fact that my garden becomes bright without my direct participation. That's great. When choosing plants, I focus on this - I help them take root in a new place, but then they have to live on their own. This is probably the only preference for global warming that I don't have to worry about the survival of the bulbs of my colours. Of course, there will be a problem with watering in the summer, but again for bulbous plants this is not too critical.

Spring gave us amazing sunsets. The sky splashes with bright colours, everything around is transformed and becomes like a frame from a movie. It's a really amazing sight. Everything that should not get into the focus of the camera turns out to be hidden by the evening twilight. And only the sky contrasts sharply with houses and trees.

Today is the first day when I finally woke up without a hell of a headache. My throat is still not well and I still have no voice, but it seems that the virus has finally left me alone and now I can focus on recovery.I went out into the yard to assess the extent of the destruction done by the dogs while I was too sick to control them. They really did a great job! But this is a problem that is easily solved. The main thing is that my lungs finally allow me to breathe.

The March forest is now not much different from the November one. It wasn't like that before, because being under a thick layer of snow for several months, last year's leaves managed to become part of the forest soil. Now it is also rustling underfoot as it was four months ago. Sometimes it seems to me that even the sun shines the same.

Just a few warm days and my garden began to actively revalise. Crocuses and snowdrops came out of the ground. Frittilaria began to grow thick stems in order to then place bunches of bright orange peduncles on them. And of course the frostbite woke up.