Truth be told, while I love all the seasons and can't imagine myself living where there are not distinctly four of them, no matter where I live I have always found spring's arrival somewhat tricky to embrace. (I know, I know, I'm odd like that.) This year, she announced herself several weeks ahead of schedule and seems well and truly here to stay. I find the unsettling weather systems she brings, well, unsettling. I dislike leaving the house for a day in town with multiple layers of sweaters, coats and rain gear, boots as well as shoes...all just in case. I'm not a huge fan of the map created on wooden floors by our old lab's and tabby's muddy wanderings. I cringe when 'winter interest' in the garden becomes nothing more than a patently clear sign of my fall sloth. And finally, I am a creature of cold weather comforts and simply not yet ready to let go of my cozy hibernation. But then, at last, all my whingeing comes to a full stop, because where I live now there are these...and I am well and truly, happily here.
'When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.' Ernest Hemingway