The first wild flowers

Violets have successfully wintered together with the leaves and have already bloomed. A week ago I saw their leaves at the neighboring house, and now there are flowers there. All of them are kind of crumpled and look timid, but it's still nice to see that life goes on, despite the rather harsh winter, which has now completely left us. I don't take the advice not to change winter wheels on a car for summer ones seriously, because the weather doesn't really look like we are facing frosts.

Now some lawns have not yet been cleared of old foliage, and it is interesting for me to watch how spring sprouts through the remnants of autumn. It is also a kind of reminder that everything will come back and winter will come again, and therefore we should enjoy the present moment, no matter what, but also not forget that everything is fleeting.

I couldn't resist picking one flower and tasting it. Probably, I have a spring vitamin deficiency and I wanted to chew something real, and not from greenhouse greens, which now it is unclear what it contains and how much benefit it has. The flower turned out fragrant and sweet with sourness. It was very nice, and I hope he will forgive me for eating it.

On another lawn, under raspberry-like bushes, I saw such a miracle, but I couldn't take a good picture of these little flowers, because they were far from the fence, and when I reached for them, my hands were shaking. But you will still understand that these are blooming dwarf hyacinths, which are very rare in cities. It seems that no one cares about this site, and they grow where they are protected from destruction by tillage.

All our first flowers are yellow and purple for some reason. This is a very contrasting, and therefore tonic combination, and, apparently, it is so provided by nature to awaken us from hibernation and thereby give us strength. I decided to follow this example and supplement the post with a photo of a "goose onion" that I found under some fence.