Spring arrives early here in the central mountains of Mexico. Now that the daytime temps are hovering around 75 F. and the skies are consistently clear-baby-blue and sunny, and San Miguel de Allende’s grand old Parque Juarez is bursting with colorful flowering plants for sale, you know it’s Candelaria-time, a celebration of primavera.
In previous years’ posts I’ve written about the story and meaning behind La Candelaria, so I won’t do so again now. Instead, please go to the WOW archives to find “Where are You, Spring?” published Feb. 3, 2018; and “Flower Power” published Feb. 7, 2017.
This year I’ll just let my photos taken at the current Candelaria fair tell their own stories and allow you to feel as if you’re here enjoying an early primavera with me.
As an extra bonus, I’ll add this small poem I just found among the countless (much longer) poems about this most poetic, beautiful, colorful, and hopeful season of the year.
by Archie Greenidge
Spring is life
Spring is hope
So is love and
life is forlorn.
Spring is nostalgia
after bitter storm.
Put spring in your heart.