First signs of spring?

So, the sun came out after lunch today and lingered over a deliciously apricot sunset – until nearly six o’clock. As one friend commented ‘spring is on the way’. Well, it might be, but there is plenty of scope for the return of winter while temperatures remain low and the jet stream, which has wandered north, still has scope to dip south, dragging polar weather with it.

Coughs, colds and flu still seem hold our neighbours in their grip. The sound of coughing punctuates every gathering. We could all do with some warm dry weather to help us recover. But let’s not rush things – many of our snowdrops have yet to bloom and the daffodils have not progressed beyond leaves. Our ‘host of golden daffodils’ has yet to be revealed.

I love sprongtime, but this ‘on the cusp’ period is, if anything, more special. It is an indrawn breath, a leaning forward and then pausing… nothing fully begun, but instead a brief time to take stock before surging forward with the flow of new life.

So, let us spend a moment more cacooned in winter’s dormancy. Let’s stay a little longer by the hearth and wrap ourselves round with the contemplation of winter, remembering times past and last year’s bounty. This coming year’s demamds will all too soon be upon us – so let’s not meet them before we are ready.

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About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
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2 Responses to First signs of spring?

  1. Mary says:

    Love the description of an indrawn breath, a leaning forward, a pausing – exactly so, especially on those days when the low sunlight is piercingly clear. I saw a wheatear last Friday, all the way from Africa.

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