April, the month of spring, always quietly changes the world in its own way. In just one week, the scene outside my window has been completely renewed. In the city's steel forest, the tender green color is carefully painted like an artist, dyeing every crevice with the breath of spring.
My home, nestled quietly in this sea of green, seems to be bathed in a new atmosphere. The wood hydrangea at home, after a deep winter sleep, also woke up in the arms of April. Every twig of it is covered with green flower bulbs waiting to be placed, as if to tell me, "Spring is coming, I'm ready." This little miracle of growth always touches my heartstrings inadvertently.
The April wind, with the smell of earth and flowers, pierced the slightly open windows and blew away the silence of the winter in the house. The sunlight has also become softer, no longer dazzling, but gently sprinkled in every inch of space, making people feel comfortable.
My love for April is palpable, and I look forward to May with great anticipation. Because I know that the footsteps of spring have just begun, and in the days to come, there will be more brilliant colors and vitality in front of my eyes. Whether it is light green to dark green, or the moment when the flower bulb blooms, it is a gift from nature.
Living in this city of changing seasons, I have the privilege of witnessing the cycle and change of the four seasons. Every season has its own unique charm, but spring, especially April and the upcoming May, always brings me a special touch. Yes, I love April, and I look forward to May, looking forward to discovering every surprise in life in this wonderful time of recovery. The picture comes from the owner of the house @pigpounce