Nature's reconciliation

Of course I won't complain. I was tought that all weather comes from heaven so what do you want to grumble about (yes, one of Mum's lessons :). But wow, it is somehow difficult today. Rain started in the early morning and it looks like it will last the whole Sunday; that disheartened trickling sound ...

In the windowsill is a glass bottle with a bulb. This afternoon - in that gloomy grey light of the sky outdide - I saw a spontaneous bursting out of the little flowers of the hyacinth. You can still see the green color of the bud on the tips of the petals.

Beautiful colors and thank heaven that nature never stops reconciling us with the seasonable wheather.