I'm done! I'm ready! Where is she?!

I'm done, believe it or not, I am.

I'm not big on patience, I know. But I got really tired of standing outside completely naked, depleted of everything that actually makes me what I am.

So I decided to take matters into my own hands. Proved a tough challenge - I'll give you that. Not that I'm complaining - hard as it may be - this is my thing.

And now I'm done, all good and ready. I grew all my leaves, there's no hint of the past baldness now. I also worked on the colors - they're all fresh and green and eager to play with the wind.

To tell you the truth I'm also more than happy to play with the wind. You know, I'm not really that tall right now, and even if I sometimes stand on the tips of my roots, I still can't  scan the horizon properly. And the wind always helps, it's like he's reading my mind. Yesterday the wind helped me bend around a grey building and I managed to get a glimpse of her. Proud as I was for being right on time, my leaves got even greener.

No wind today, though, he's probably helping some other fellows in their time of need. And I stand here, next to the grey building watching the people passing me by. They can't see her, their eyes can't scan the horizon like mine do, and they're not friendly with the wind.

There's nothing left for me to do right now but wait, and, as I said before, I'm not big on patience. I hate waiting, and, on top of everything, I'm pretty sure  I won't be able to keep my emotions in check for much longer. Even now, I have to constantly ruffle my leaves to hide what I'm feeling. And there's a lot to hide, I'm telling you, 'cause this morning, the excitement got that bad that I even grew flowers.

Take a good look at this. See?  I'm done! I'm ready! Grew all my leaves! I even got flowers! Where is she?

Daca doriti sa vedeti ce mai are de zis copacelul nerabdator, el poate fi gasit la coltul breslasului si, vorbaret cum este, si la locul de intalnire.

Sa sufle vant de primavara, si doar pe directia de trebuie!

the softest blooms

Nici nu stim cum se schimba lumea langa noi. Zi de zi alergam cu ale noastre treburi importante in carca, ne facem planuri si speram.
Insa schimbarea nu striga la noi, ci doar arunca, ici si colo, cate un indiciu. Si de nu vedem ca se schimba culorile in jurul nostru, si de nu vedem ca fetele oamenilor sunt luminate diferit, se prea poate sa fi sperat de pomana.
Asa ca ochiul are nevoie de antrenament. E necesar sa vada orice nuanta, orice raza, sa ghiceasca orice indiciu ascuns dupa griurile difuze de februarie. Si de ochiul cel indreptat spre lume nu reuseste sa distinga tot, cel al mintii va suprapune orice indiciu peste sumedenia de amintiri. Atunci, cu siguranta vom fi pregatiti.
Si vom spune - Bine ai venit! Deja te cunosc si esti parte din mine!

De ochiul trebuie antrenat si amintirile rascolite, martisoarele - floricele se gasesc la coltul breslasului si, bineinteles, la locul de intalnire.

Sa va fie colorat de primavara!

Thinking of Spring....

... I can't imagine flowers without the hands to mould them, without the eyes to discover them, and by no means without the souls to feel them first, then pass them on to other souls.

As usually, somebody had already thought of that :

Some of the flowers in the world, especially those I think and feel about, can be found at my own personal flowers market