Spring Time

"Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully out of Nowhere)"

It seems one moment it's still winter and then Spring is about in frail green leaves, new bird songs and people move with some smile in their walks. My Spring arrives with birds. Tiny birds appear in my garden and one day I hear the call of a "Piet my vrou" a shy dull looking bird with a call full of memories of long sunny days and slow sunsets. The vineyards are newly green and somehow you can smell the possibility of great wines and imagine even greater occasions for drinking them.
Me, I love the winter and the summer can be pretty hot at times but spring is just perfect, like the littlest bear's porridge, not too hot and not too cold, just right!