Last week Anke wrote, “Der Frühling ist so schnell. Man kommt nicht hinterher. Man muss genau gucken und sich sagen, das ist nur heute so. Und dann ein Foto machen.” (Spring is so fast. You can’t keep up. You have to take a good look and tell yourself, it’s only like this today. And then take a picture.)
I had just been thinking the same thing, but hadn’t put it into words so well. It seems that one day it was still cold, then suddenly came a weekend as warm as summer, and the sun shone through trees that were still naked, having not had time to put on their spring leaves. Then I blinked and the crocuses and snowdrops were past, and one tree after another was exploding in white or yellow or pink blooms while tulips popped up all around. The trees lining my street looked great with just little mini-leaves in bright lime green. Yet I didn’t have or make the time to go photographing, and last week I realized that I’d missed the catching the full bloom of spring in this project, at least for this year.
But the last spring blooms are still to be seen. Even famous Berliners seem to appreciate them. I saw Knut contemplating them today in the zoo.