Finally, time to go enjoy the sun without freezing, running around in summerly dresses without having to huddle in a warm coat, smelling the scent of the early blossoms.
My fellow German readers will probably remember this poem from school days:
Er ist’s!
Frühling lässt sein blaues Band
Wieder flattern durch die Lüfte;
Süße, wohlbekannte Düfte
Streifen ahnungsvoll das Land.
Veilchen träumen schon,
Wollen balde kommen.
Horch, von fern ein leiser Harfenton!
Frühling, ja Du bist’s!
Dich hab’ ich vernommen!
(Eduard Möricke, 1820)
P.S.: My hair looks so stupid right now, I’m growing out the sides of my bangs since I decided they looked too heavy. This will take a couple of years…
