in Just- spring

 

Just some photos I've been taking as spring begins to unfold outside. After months of bleakness you can't help but feel uplifted by spots of colour appearing everywhere.

I love this poem by e e cummings, which seems to sum up the beginning of spring perfectly, and reminds me of Easter school holidays as a child, rediscovering the outdoors after winter.

in Just-

spring          when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles          far          and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it's

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far          and             wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it's

spring

and

         the

                  goat-footed

balloonMan          whistles

far

and

wee

But it's been freezing this week. Truly cruel after last week's summertime temperatures. I was lucky enough to be outside for most of the warm weather and had a particularly lovely day with my Mum and Gran. A stroll across the fields to the garden centre where I work, taking photos of flowers, seeing the horses without their jackets on for the first time this year, beautiful blossom, lingering over coffee outside, orchids, Cath Kidston mugs and cherry bakewell flavour fudge, and a lunchtime picnic & sunbathe in the garden. Freckles and tan lines and everything! Yet now I just felt like crawling into bed with the winter blues.

Hopefully this week of cold weather will just be a blip, because I'm so ready for summer. I cope much better in the heat (I think partly due to being born during a 35 degree heatwave) - in the cold I pretty much just curl up uselessly in a corner and comfort myself with stodgy food until nicer conditions return. This behaviour does have its attractions, but I miss the sun.

I'm sure baking hot cross buns and simnel cake tomorrow will cheer me up, as well as the exciting return of Easter egg chocolate on Sunday! Happy Easter everybody!