Since the beginning of February, spring has inexorably knocked on our doors. The early seasonal change dramatically affected the landscape. What would usually appear barren and lifeless around this time of the year now resembles a fully awakened late spring scenery with lush greens and colourful foliage. Trees awaken from their slumber and are budding and blooming, filling the air with opulent redolence. Walking the streets is like wading through thick, transparent clouds of flowery fragrances in a luxurious perfumery - a symphony of scents for the nose. The lengthening daylight, accompanied by the warm embrace of the sun works its magic, elevate the soul and warm us up, banishing the remnants of dismal winter greyness.
My new bridge is in my mouth. It took the doc almost an hour to meticulously and precisely fit it in and cement it. I wasn't allowed to eat for three hours, and I still can't chew anything on the left side of my jaw. However, my dental features are ship-shape-and-shiny. Only one tooth is left: they need to replace the old filling. Once it's done, I'll have a Hollywood-type smile. Before the dental care, I went through the lesson plan I'd prepared the other day for today. When I returned home from the dentist, I took Abby for her afternoon walk and drove to Budapest to teach. Before arriving at where I taught, I popped into a store to buy some "kifli" for later and four "Túró Rudi" to appease my rumbling stomach. After teaching, I hurried back home, grabbed two "kifli", some butter and plum jam, and ate like a king. It was already pitch dark when we returned from our evening walk with Abby. I hate the early dusks. However, summer tries
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