Britta's Letters from (and sometimes about) Berlin

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

"Spring lets 'his' blue ribbon..."

Britta Huegel

I can't believe it - this photo was taken by a friend of mine in the Botanical Garden in Berlin - exactly two weeks ago!! 
You see: there I am still wearing a thick coat (Alpaka - for those who might be on the way to catch their spray cans to protest against fur!) - and the huge model of a magnolia is artistically made from paper. 

Now another artist - Spring himself -  is at work. It's Real Life now, flowery scents lure and awake the senses, cool silken petals from blossoms touch gently the skin, sunbeams tease, off with that coat, no need to hold back - no glass pane between me and Life - 
you're welcome.  

Here my rough translation of Eduard Mörike's famous spring poem, written in 1892 (in German, "spring" is male)  

It Is Spring 
Spring lets his blue ribbon 
Flutter through the air again, 
Sweet, well-remembered scents 
Touch light and hazily the ground. 
Already sweet violets are dreaming, 
Soon they will come.  
Listen - from far away the faint sound of a harp! 
Spring - yes, it is you! 
I hear you coming


  1. 'no glass pane between me and Life'

    This, I think, I love best. That is a very unique photo, B.

  2. Dear Suze,
    thank you! As Mick sings: "Ain't it good to be alive...?"

    1. Yes. :) And it's also great to get an award. You have one to pick up over at Subliminal Coffee.

    2. Oh thank you Suze - so kind! But at the moment I have not the time to answer so many questions (though I see a few very funny images of me :-) So: thank you again - but sorry: not now.

  3. You look nice, Britta - nicer than the paper flower.

  4. Have read through your past posts. I love Berlin's U-bahn. Think I told you that we used to shop at the Nollendorf Platz for antiques.
    This is a beautiful post, wonderful picture and great celebration of spring.

    1. Thank you, Janet, for finding time even in spring, when a gardener is working hardest! There are still some antiques shops near the Nollendorf Platz - and that U-Bahn-station is impressing, too.

  5. Tom may be an old ( very old) flirt... But he's right

  6. Thank you, John! Now I know :-)

  7. I love the thought of spring arriving like a blue ribbon. I imagine that it would be the loveliest satin ribbon, swirling and floating. Spring has definitely arrived on the Island. A little rain, a little sunshine and a lot of ribbon-blue sky.

    1. Dear Pondside, Mörike is so cheerful in this spring poem. As you write: one can see it (and I still wonder why I stubbornly refused to translate the gender of spring correct - I think it is the way I see 'Him' kiss nature to life.