Spring & Rubas
Spring is finally here, reminding me of all the Arabic poetry written to praise Spring. Actually, I was named Roba(with nice round "O") from a spring poem expressing Arab pride. The poem goes, “Oh Ruba, don’t leave any blossoms and don’t let any flowers abide away from you. Syria marched over to Lebanon out of desire! So glaze the path with flora, smiles, and hymns- welcome the Arabs!”
Anyhow, this is a picture I took today at Daratul Funoon. Isn't Amman beautiful? Click on image for an enlargement.