Day one. A bank holiday. April, I like you already! Beloved, British bluebells bloom at last. Sowing season. Spring rays. Sunshine and showers. Cherry blossom. Mown grass. Blue skies above. Hot cross buns (not for me thank you!) served far and wide. Birthday month. My birthstone? Diamond! What else!? Outside, sights, sounds and smells of new life. Hours spent potting. Bulbs aplenty. Just give it time. Sunglasses on. Floral dresses shimmy down streets. Picnic dates. Alfresco lunches. The first of many to come. Migratory birds return from their travels down South. Windows open. Delight in the chorus above. Nature’s comeback. Timed to perfection. A sign that we too can bloom. With courage, look up. Step forward and flower.

We too can bloom. With courage, bloom. 

At dawn. At dusk. Light returns, at last. Dandelions. Daisies. Daffodils dance.  Dappled streets lined with blossom, please passers by. Leaves – revived – fill with colour once more. Cloudy skies. Silver linings. Sun – gaining strength – seeps through. Afternoons in the greenhouse. A light jacket will do. Ewes stand on guard protecting their young. Lambs – hours old – leap in the sun.  Good Friday. Easter Sunday. Bank holiday season is here! Pub lunches aplenty with friends you hold dear. Breathe in. Harness the hope in the air. Cleanse. Declutter. Keep surfaces bare. Days stretch. Clocks lean forward. Welcome back Spring! Open windows and doors. Let optimism breeze in.