summertime

It always sounds strange: "we're going to change the wintertime in summertime."
Like we have two seasons.

We don't.

We have that terribly time that everything dies, and the rain splashes down like all the earth needs to be washed away.
Ok, it's softened up for a short time by the colours of trees, like some people who seem to get more energy, just to say goodbye, before they die.

And we have spring, the time of hope and new life, flowers and lots and lots of fresh green.

No way I want to skip spring.

The clock went ahead, and the papers reported: "we're on summertime" again.

This year I'm not alone in my protest to call it springtime.
The sun is bright and I feel like springcleaning.
(Duh... I have to stay put at my computer to let it pass without too much pain. LOL!)

This morning I opened all the windows,
called the boys which were at home out of their beds,
and when coming downstairs I started to work.

After half an hour I was cold,
put on the heating...LOL!

To be honest: there's a cold wind outide...

But who cares? Who really cares, who can see the sun shining bright.