April [Theme]

April. The word comes from the Latin aperile, which means to open, to open. The buds on the trees are opening, new dreams, hopes, and opportunities are opening for someone. Hearts open after hibernation. A beautiful month. Fragile. I love him very much.

April will give you something incredible...

watching the origami leaves unravel from the buds...

In April the earth crumbles.

April is rich in water, and October is rich in beer.

In a moment - an hour for new fields.

This April blossoming of trees, grasses, flowers, in general these first spring days - there is nothing more subtly beautiful, pure, festive in the world.

We leave for the village in the last days of March in order to have time to slip along the winter road and catch the whole spring, starting with the drops, through the complete melting of the snow until the apple trees bloom. In the first days of April everything collapses, floats, smokes with steam. The larks are singing, the coltsfoot is blooming, the rooks are busily dragging heavy branches onto the old linden trees, breaking them off on the old dilapidated willows.

So, it's April again, and from what I can see, there are more fools in the world than ever.