The smell of the garden and the trees is heady. There are blossoms everywhere. I watch them as they come in waves. First the snowdrops. So quickly come and gone, but they are a herald to the rest. The the grape hyacinths. Their fierce blue is in a stark contrast to the lime greens of new growth. The daffodils with their family circles, all the faces looking out to the new and fresh world. Then the tulips (those that survive nipping off by the squirrels) come in with dignity. They lay their leaves around themselves like cloaks cast off to show the wonderful clothes they have come in.
No wonder we are all so taken with this parade. It is colour we have not seen for 5 months.
Even before the flowers came up, the promise of spring came with the lightening of the shrub's twigs. Some take on a redish colour as they gear up for leaf making. I found it wonderful to read someone speaking of the leaves of the horse chestnut spreading out like little umbrellas and tilting up to be solar panels! They are!
Today, with the warmth we are having, I sit by an open door, listening to the robin singing away. He does have the backdrop sounds of an ocean of cars, passing in waves, but he seems untdeterred from his task of announcing spring.
I have been told.
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