Unlike every season change before it, Spring hasn’t just sprung upon me this year.
I’m putting that down to the ‘go slow’ thing I’ve been giving a go. I’ve been intentionally paying more attention to my body, my mind and my surrounds; with an offshoot of that effort being that I’ve noticed the new life that has begun to pepper the landscape around me. I’ve seen the first of the wild garlic push its way through the soil, along with the daffodils and the crocuses.
I know each season carries with it value and virtues that the eye might not always see so I won’t wish the Winter and it’s grey-ness a celebratory goodbye like lots of us do. With Winter, I reveled in the opportunity to rest, hibernate and rejuvenate. But new seasons mean new things and I’m ready for this one and what it might bring.
So, hello Spring.
Hello life and hello colour (a mantra not just for the the season and the soil).