"Already it is Green Behind the Fence." Poet Ernst Thrasolt

In late spring, the forest land is a place of color and growth as more and more plants struggle out from winter rest into the sunlight and vegetation becomes lush and tall.  The pictures that follow remind me of the lines by the poet, Ernst Thrasolt, who lived in Beurig, across the Saar from Saarburg and only a little over a mile from Irsch.  He simply called his poem "Spring" and wrote "Already it is green behind the fence and soon also im the meadow..."  Josiane has been out taking more pictures as she walks and has shared her knowledge and thoughts about them, backing up Thrasolt's lines about the coming of the spring season.

One of the first aquilegia (columbines) of the year

beauties on the old wall

Chelidonia on the old wall ; the juice treats warts

First Flowers of the Broom Shrubbery 

Daphne has its fruit

Wild daisies known as Gänseblümchen - used for children's flower crowns

Orchids in the grass

Ernst Thrasolt, "Already it is green behind the fence and soon also im the meadow..."