After the little warning that it is around the corner, winter has left us the hope that it will ignore for a while. Well, it didn't give us much time and it hit again, this time harder. At least it's good that it comes over us gradually and lets us get used to it and the situation.
The scenario was repeated as in the previous arrival, that is, it started at night and in the morning, at the usual glance through the window, I discovered the changes in the landscape.
I need a closer look and the courage to leave the house. I haven't been out of the house in over a month, you know, because of covid. It's not as cold as I thought, but my flowers that were still trying to survive have little chance.
You know the saying ... "trees die standing", I see that small chrysanthemums would like the same. But there are also some stronger plants, which do not seem to be afraid of snow too much.
Then the trees. They lost their clothes and now look smaller and more vulnerable. As old age changes people's appearance!
In less than three weeks the trees in my very small yard changed just like that.
This return in time, even if only three weeks, reminded me of summer and the flowers that were in the yard and are now long gone. I have to make a flower cure, to feed the necessary optimism and patience until the winter passes (which has not yet started with all its strength).
First, a little shade and coolness in the middle of summer. I miss summer so much!
Then the flowers. I don't know why I don't look at them more during the summer, when it's very easy to do that and now I'm thinking about them and I have to resort to photos to calm the longing that encompassed me.
Among the flowers I found my niece, Ilinca, who was only 7 months old in the summer. Another flower!
A few more flowers and I left, I return to winter outside and from our souls.
Back in the house. I have sprouted wheat, actually grown quite a lot. A popular tradition related to a holiday on November 30 makes us put wheat in small pots, with water and a support. Due to the water and heat, wheat sprouts very quickly and grows very beautifully.
Photos taken partly with a smartphone and partly with a Canon EOS 1300D camera.
The post is more nostalgic and refers to what the photos convey and less to their technical quality. I'm just an amateur photographer. Amateur of memories!
