Suddenly everything is awake!
It’s as if the daffodils rise early and wake everyone else. The plums, damsons, greengages, and hawthorne have yawned and stretched and are now singing good morning to each other like some Disney film. It’s fantastic and beautiful and so enchanting.
I’m writing this in early April, but scheduling it to go live while I’m away visiting family. When I return there will be few if any blossoms on trees and in hedges, but the cow parsley will be bushing up and ready to reveal it’s delicate lacy crowns. I LOVE cow parsley. I love the fresh green of the roadsides and paths and the frothy sprays of cow parsley rising above the green. And I know I’m not alone.
Winter in England may be a confusing mish-mash of howling gales, blizzards, green grass, rain and more rain, and grey dreary skies and grey dreary landscapes (apart from that green grass), but England does Spring very well, don’t you think?
I know I will be looking forward to returning to the rest of the English Spring.