Wait a moment - daffodils? Now? But in Warsaw? It will be an age before flowers start appearing through the soil (well, six weeks at least - maybe crocuses and snow-drops a bit earlier). Spring is still astronomically three weeks away, but the real beginning - when that marvellous miracle of rebirth happens all at once - is not due until the second half of April. Another seven or eight weeks of yearning... (meanwhile London's lawns have been graced with early bulb flowers since early February - there's no shortage of daffodils for the Welsh).
The is przednówek or przedwiośnie, the latter half of winter, which drags on and on.
|Ogród Saski, awash with meltwater.|
|Heaps of dirty ice line the pavement, ul. Puławska.|
Yesterday, I decided I'd had enough of my big M65 Parka and furry lumberjack hat, so in an attempt to to bring on spring with a change of outwear, I went out in a (lined) trenchcoat and trilby hat - big mistake. The bitter wind nearly had my hat off several times, and my ears were permanently cold. The burden of winter wear - furry hat, warm scarf, bulky parka with hood, gloves and Biedronka boots (warm, hard-wearing but more suitable to building site than office) - is beginning to lie heavy on my shoulders.
O spring! How I long for thee!
This time last year:
Remembering Poland's 'Accursed Soldiers'
Two years ago:
Getting the balance right between work and play
This time four years ago:
Sublime Jeziorki sunset
This time five years ago:
Sunrise getting earlier