Early Spring. As if overnight, buds withholding pink blossom have ventured out to brave high winds, chilly and wet weather.
They are cautious as early Spring can range from freezing cold, to snow and conversely occasionally not so cold, affording time in a garden for a cup of tea a scone, butter, and clotted cream. Awfully English!
The hydrangeas have exhibited their first leaves; tiny, bright green, as have lilac trees. Crocuses, snowdrops, and daffodils add to Nature’s symphony of color.
As if Mother Nature is aware that sunshine and blooms combined release essential vitamins leaving behind short days and blessing us with a degree of sunlight and health-enhancing optimism and positivity.
People smile when the sky is blue. Spring flowers greet walkers with glee. Folk are noticeably friendlier and engaging, exchanging descriptions and feelings of surrounding hills, rivers, woodland, and downs as they are elevated to a level of consciousness serene.
Next are the bluebells, covering woodland with adoring scenes of unique blueness, blessing onlookers with dreams come true. They grace the eyes until leaves on trees shade the ground, sunshine nutrients no more. For bluebells, it is a signal to sleep until next Spring when all await the glory they provide.
To be sure I could write about Springtime forever; the most enlightening of seasons. A sense of optimism in the air. Birds sing in a perpetually welcoming harmony, their symphonic music ever louder celebrating the most wonderful season of the year. Springtime. The Rebirth of Nature.