Stroll with me through the Luxembourg Gardens, on a Sunday afternoon, in April.
The trees are blooming,
the bees are buzzing from blossom to blossom to leaf.
Bracelets tied on branches to remind the careful eye of summer
waited the winter out and now they bounce in the breeze.
Boats bobble in the pond,
sailing to the shores of children’s springtime dreams.
Le Printemps, est-ce qu’il arrive?
I snapped these photos on Sunday. The sun was shining and the people of Paris had come out of their winter hiding places to soak up the warmth. There was a hesitation in the air, as if we all wanted to tear off our coats and brush our bare toes against the grass, but no one dared because we were afraid to declare it Spring too hastily.
We may have kept our coats on this time. But they’ll be off soon.
Smiles and all the best,