Fantastic. We have sunshine. Dainty zephyrs are twitching the leaves just enough to keep things stirring. Sweet birds sing.
Like old stoned hippies we are gibbering with joy at the warmth and light. We have wet feet from the morning's heavy dew. We've breathed deeply and sucked in the scent of fresh leaves and blossom and feasted our eyes on spring's luminous green - it's like someone has just flicked the 'growth' switch. We gazed deep into the heart of a vibrant dandelion flower and noted it's vibrancy against a cerulean sky.Ferns are unwinding their fiddle-heads, next will be bluebells and that sky will seem to be beneath our feet.
I'm off to sow seeds now. There is a waxing moon in the night sky and the soil is warming. Seems the right thing to do today.