Highly Sprung

Christmas aside, I’ve never really enjoyed the winter months. Every year between the beginning of October and the end of the following February I yearn for the start of spring. I’m not sure what it is: perhaps it’s a case of so called ‘seasonal affective disorder’, though I’m loathed to accept some kind of diagnosis to my feelings for fear of dramatizing something I have always considered normal. Its not that I have a burning desire to wish my life away, quite the contrary, its just that I find the dark nights of winter so restricting and really quite tiring. Well, here we are, right on the verge of my favorite season: spring. Not far from where we live is a beautiful tiny Leicestershire village called Horninghold where I find myself walking on a regular basis.

Horninghold Snowdrops Tuesday 2 March 2015

A fine line of Horninghold Snowdrops Tuesday 3 March 2015

It is here that at least twice a year I meet a lady tending her garden, and each time we exchange pleasantries I find myself commenting on her display of February snowdrops, and how this one little row of small white flowers lifts my spirits beyond belief.

Early Daffodils and Crocuses make an appearnce. Cottingham, 2 March 2015

Daffodils and Crocuses make an early appearance. Cottingham, 3 March 2015

It is these and the awakening of the springtime daffodil and crocus bulbs that simply brighten the world as the days slowly begin to lengthen. Talk will soon turn to Mothering Sunday on 15th March, the Easter weekend in April, and the clocks springing forward in time for summer. Before long it’ll be time to switch off our home heaters, one by one, until the only warmth in our homes will be thanks to the sun from long balmy summer days. I’m almost certain that there are parts of my mind that are yawning their way out of hibernation just in time to ensure that the lawn mower is serviced and ready for action. In the meantime it’s worth remembering that the winter will not go quietly, yet it can’t prevent the optimism and the feelings of well-being that can be derived from buying a new barbeque.


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  1. juliathorley

    Isn’t it amazing how something as simple as a plucky flowering bulb can lift the spirits? I went for a brisk walk around Stanwick Lakes yesterday and I could feel my mood improving with every step. I’m looking forward to the scent of the first mowing of the season – but not the barbecue. I hate barbecues.

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