Waiting for Spring
В ожидании весны
Spring has showed to us it’s face only in a form of the bright sun and a smell of burning last-autumn leaves yet.
Ditches in our local forest are still covered with ice, even despite of a +12°C (54°F). Ducks, who returned after wintering, don’t have a place to settle down.
Though I have bright yellow crepe-paper daffodils and white crocus about 15 cm tall blooming in my kitchen!