When every day is a sunny day

No one ever tells you about this Poland.  Only the "horrible winter". Except Martin. No one ever told me about the spring, with a coolness and a warmth at the same time. The trees budding waiting for bees, the flowers just beginning to grow and spread color, and the promise of long sunny days, some afternoon showers, and growing, constant growing, into fruit, vegetables, sweetness. This year's winter was dark. The darkest in years they say. And long, longest in years, they say. But it is worth it. If you get to arrive at this and know that the best is yet to come.