Tired

The spring is coming. At some point soon, I hear. However, this long winter is dragging.

It has been a very cold one, and at the end of, en he we crece the warmth of sunshine, we get the rain we’ve needed al winter.

The ground is soaked, the alpacas look miserable, and the bees barely have time to harvest.

I am tired of the cold, and I feel grey. I need spring to bounce in. So I look into my immense collection of memories, and I find a winter sunny day with my favourite shot of Dora. Now, let us wait for the arrival of some nice days where the sunshine is not a dream anymore.