A few days of sunshine, the earth stirs....and I do too.I think I'm about to get giddy. I can feel exhilaration welling up from the very core of me....from somewhere beyond my heart but running up my spine; tangible and hard to contain. Spring.
My eyes spy big buds swelling on the sycamores in the dingle and crinkly leaves on the roadside hawthornes. I have an ear cocked for the curlew whose first tentative cries came through the mist a couple of mornings ago; the eerie lonesome sound of the hill in spring. Other birds sing and the air smells wet and fresh and green. Daft lambs play racing games up and down the lane.
Bright little Celandines have their faces to the sun - I curse them in the garden but love to find them on the roadside. Kek, Sweethearts and Jack by the Hedge - these things have their proper names but oh, this is what I've called them forever - they are my friends and here in spring we meet again. Primroses, soft and creamy mounds of loveliness.....
See? It's gone to my head. I gibber.