There is something in the spring air that makes me go all dreamy… I always loved it you know, like most of you- all those garden flowers and those wild roses and the bougainvilleas… The pinks and reds and violets and the greens would keep me so happy and gay. And perhaps I loved it evermore because it reminded me of dad in his garden, tending his blue and pink carnations…and me waiting for my birthday… I thought, there was some magic woven around each flower, each colour, and each bird-call which left me dreamy-eyed…

But now I realize,

Behind every little wonder
And every silvery magic
There was a reason for me to dream…
Through every winding path
And every misty cloud
There was a reason for you to come…

Now I know,

Why I am eternally wedded to you, spring…


[for the sun who made d spring so special.]