And then came the spring. Or at least I suddenly realized. It was Sunday morning and started to make a pot of chickpeas with thistles. As it takes a long time and did a little sunshine after I came up with a book and a beer on my roof. It was so sunny that I was in shirt. And suddenly I realized that some plants that I had died with the rains were pouring sgrandes suddenly shoots. There was a week that rained like hell without stopping than any smacetas is rotted roots and branches stripped of leaves, especially a dwarf and two minigranados rose that was planted in autumn. With the rain had only grown mint. The rose was studded with thousands of green leaves and pomegranate coloraos outbreaks. Then I realized that a pot that I once bought a thousand years with Bo in the nursery in San Juan and I knew quedao also without leaves (this time I thought and I was dying) was also plump outbreaks. Yemitas were lots of green in the shape of barnacles, but blatant giving dog to grow leaves.
So it's spring. The entire field is filled d eflores and sees d eun plants grow overnight, and the bugs make more noise and everything is requetebonito. Without wishing me they came to a head or a few verses invented coplillas (quite silly, nothing to do with Gloria Fuertes Alberti even less) that would teach a child a day like this:
and Roses pomegranates went for a walk
painted buntings because today's carnival. Roses are
de verde como las algas del mar
y los granados de rojo, sonrosándose al mirar.
Ea, pues eso. Que es to bonito el día.
