I love spring more than any other time of year.
It’s the season I eagerly wait for, and year after year, it never disappoints.
After about 5 months of cold, grey, drizzly English winter (okay, so technically not 5 months, but winter here kind of stretches across three seasons), suddenly one morning you pull apart the curtains, and the grey sky has become blue. The sun is shining, and glorious green has emerged seemingly overnight.
Within a couple of weeks, spring is in full throes. Fresh green grass and leaves stand out against bright, clear blue; with soft white and pink blossom coating every tree like icing.
Days grow longer, birds fly past with twigs to build their nests. I saw the first butterfly float by the other day. Watching all this unfolding, feeling the air full of life, and the sun on my skin for the first time this year, I feel myself coming back to life as well.
I wonder what this year is going to bring.