Where I live, or as they say, where I spend my days, is a temperate climate, with four seasons. I've known that for as long as I can remember, I learned it since kindergarten, about 65 years ago.
For example, it is winter now, from December to March.
In recent years, let's say about ten years, I began to perceive a change, at first more timid but then more and more evident. It is getting warmer and the seasons no longer respect the known limits.
I really can't believe it, but I'm witnessing climate change. At first, I said it wasn't possible, influenced by what I learned at school, that these climate changes happened in the past over thousands of years, slowly, slowly, almost imperceptibly. How could I notice such a change in just a few decades?
And yet, it is. Winter is no longer winter, instead of snow I have flowers in my little yard!
We are on January 31, 2025, and according to the calendar, it is the middle of winter, outside it is 18 degrees Celsius, that is, an unthinkable temperature in winter, in Romania. This is a good temperature for autumn or spring, in no case for winter.
This has been happening for several years and because of this, I think it's a different season, a mix between autumn and spring...
Flowers, like flowers, come in so many species, some adapted to the cold of winter, let's say, but bees? As far as I know, bees don't leave the hive during winter. They wouldn't find flowers to collect pollen from and then, because they wouldn't survive the cold outside...
Pictures taken today of the bees on the flowers in my yard. I don't have any other flowers to offer something to the bees, so they came from I don't know where just for a flower!
These bees would not have left their warm hive if they thought they were in danger. This season, for them, seems to resemble fall or spring, but more like spring.
It's not the only example of small creatures coming to life far too early, if they could read our calendar, except that they are guided by their own, more reality-based calendar.
This tiny, fragile ladybug waited for winter to come and then come back to life.
Probably tired of waiting, she told herself that life is too beautiful not to enjoy it sooner.
I have other examples. The snowdrops, the so-called harbingers of spring, are also in bloom. They are the first flowers to raise their heads from the melting snow at the end of February. I see them everywhere, in neighbors' yards or in parks. These are also from my backyard.
My favorite spring flower is violet. It's the flower of my childhood in the country when I used to go to the woods at the beginning of March to look for the flowers that told me that the long winter was coming to an end.
I took some of these plants from the forest and planted them in the yard, in the most hidden and cool places. I check from time to time to see if flowering is approaching. It's getting closer...
This is how these flowers look, this is how they herald spring. This is an older photo, from early March 2020.
In about ten days, they'll probably be blooming in my yard again, a month earlier than normal.
I'm scared!
There is another month of winter that starts tomorrow. If somehow Mrs. Winter wants to take revenge, just a few days with very low temperatures, around -10 degrees Celsius, will be enough, and all these beauties and creatures will be dead. I will not be able to protect them. I remain hopeful that this will not happen and I will show you more from my yard.
I think this little carnation has erotic dreams about summer because the stone it rests on is taken from the sea and knows how to accumulate the heat of the sun's rays.
I rely mostly on photos in all my blogs. Words don't help me as much as photos.
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that then turn into words. When I post in Photography Lovers the words have even less importance, they are a companion to the photos I want to show. This often makes the story uninteresting or common, yet it is necessary; otherwise, the photos would merely be a series of unexciting images.
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to over-judge the text and to focus on the photos. The story puts everything in context and provides the explanations and clarifications necessary for the blog to convey something of interest to the reader.
Since we all love photography, let’s explore the captivating details captured in these photos.!
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I don't think so.
It depends on the viewer.
Just a friendly heads-up: I'm keeping an eye on you!
