Those pink, winking daylight stars
That bring me so much heartfelt joy,
After grey metallic rain that pelts,
Their gentle sighs as wind blows through
Is all I need to breathe in time again.
I love this time of year. I am a true Brit and I have a week in the spring and a week in the autumn when I am happy and comfortable. Either side of that, I am moaning that it is too hot or too cold.
So when spring rolls around again, I genuinely feel a burst of joy. I actually take the time to stop and and look at the trees as the buds start to unfold. I think that working in a forest has made me super excited about those buds and that magical moment when they burst open (and it is just one moment, as I could go home one day and the forest was bare and come in the next day and there was green everywhere).
And today, I went on a slightly longer run. I wore short sleeves because the sun was out, and there in a garden, just as I was getting into the final few minutes of the run, was a tree that was a riot of pink.
I just had to stop and admire it for a moment because, as cheesy as it sounds, it gives me hope. Knowing that when lots of things are not predictable and can take us by surprise, the seasons will never let us down.