Spring

Our garden is suddenly bursting into life. The greens look so fresh as the leaves once more put on their leafy attire. The first blossoms are appearing, with the white of the spiraea under the white of the cherry tree. The lawn is once more vibrant & vivid instead of the dull green of its dormant state in winter. As the iris & loosestrife once more start to rise from the soil, the odd narcissus or primula has come into flower. Everything is looking so vibrant after the winter months. So fresh. A fact which is perhaps intensified by today's rain.

For some time I've been aware of increasing signs of spring - first the snowdrops & crocuses, the camellias - there seem a fair number in gardens around here - then the daffs, narcissi & forsythia, now the magnolia & cherry blossoms. Each day I look out to see what new has appeared. 

I love the spring so much for this reason. It's the season of new life. And when it is so new it is also so vibrant & full of energy. Pure, too, unsullied by life. It's a season of such hope as the new baby lambs start to appear in the fields. I begin to wonder whether life can really be that bad after all. It's my favourite season & I love it.