Juliet (Crafty Green Poet) says that she has been led to believe that Spring begins on March 1st; I have always thought it to be March 21st. But I don't think it matters for one moment - after all, the sun has no idea we have split our world into various seasonal names.
Whichever is correct, there is no doubt as I walked down the lane after lunch today, that Spring is in the air. I heard tits singing, blackbirds, robins and chaffinches. In the trees rooks were busy building their twiggy nests and falling out over every twig until they dropped it (and then forgot all about it and went off for another one instead of picking it up.) The sun was warm on my back, even with a cool wind blowing.
And coming back through the front garden, I found that several plants had completely taken me by surprise. There was a lot of Pulmonaria out all over the garden. I love it in the Spring before the leaves have had time to develop into great ugly things prone to mildew. In the bottom wall there were dozens of tiny little ferns. And in the 'manger' the Tete a Tete daffodils are well in bud. And - joy of joys - the first of the Lenten roses is in bud too. There is no doubt about it - Winter might have another blast but Spring will win the fight before too long.
This morning was our monthly Coffee Morning. I always go because it is one of the only chances I get to chat to people in the village. Our oldest villager, who now lives in a care home, was there. She will be 107 in this coming week and is now very frail. She was able to walk in with a walking-frame and a bit of help and to sit and drink her coffee. Her mind is so agile. She taught the farmer when he went to the village school (and he is seventy in a few weeks time) and I noticed how her eyes followed the small children playing around the tables
Such gatherings are so good for keeping a community together I think, just as Spring is good for cheering up even the most cheerless Winter. Come along sun - keep it going.
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