Spring officially starts today as the vernal or Spring Equinox takes place this year on March 20th in the Northern Hemisphere. Earth is spinning its yearly journey through the solar system and for earthlings in the northern hemisphere it’s definitely the topic of the day, the week, even the month; it’s almost all we can talk about at the school gates and in the boulangerie. I like winter though, of course, for winter is a necessity to enjoy spring, and as it is seen as a time of rebirth, with many cultures holding celebrations marking the equinox in March.
Even the children, getting wiser and older as they go through the years, appreciate the seasons now. Each new day they ask me when they can wear shorts and when they can swim; perhaps they’re jumping the gun a bit, but it won’t be long now; in fact, it’ll be just a matter of weeks before the shorts go on and sunhats replace the gloves and scarves in the hallway. It’s like the prelude to a great big party, the build up is immense and the sights, sounds and smells of summer lurk tantalisingly just out of reach above the burgeoning blossom. Our garden birds all have their mating clothes on, too, and are prancing about in the warm spring sunshine.
But this year I am finding the very thing I love the most about spring, about the garden and feeling the earth between my fingers, about mowing the lawn and getting to work, is causing me the biggest headache; for this year, more so than perhaps at any time since marrying and starting a family 20 years ago, I’m finding I have never been busier.
To make matters worse a most unwelcome visitor came knocking at our door last Thursday; La Grippe (otherwise known as the flu) came to pay a call and linger under the eaves for a few days. If it’s not la grippe then it’s something horribly similar. One by one we are falling. Still the show must go on, as they say, and I was determined to post today. I managed to get out and about a little in the car yesterday and add a few photos to the collection I had put together at the beginning of the week. I apologise my brain is somewhat fuddled and so this post is all about photos and really rather short on words!
Everything is early this year, our plum trees have already dropped their delicate flowers and replaced it with tender green young leaves. All the other blossom is starting to bloom in a variety of colours at every corner and I just know our cherry will soon be joining the parade.
Early crops are in flower throughout the fields. Rapeseed is cutting a blazing trail of bright yellow across the landscape and the vines are all pruned; they’re snugly dormant for now, happy to wait for even warmer weather.
I am sure our wisteria is just a couple of weeks away as I can literally see the buds getting bigger by the day.
In gardens sheets can be seen flapping in the wind to dry.
The cows are out from their winter barns and happily back in their fields and fresh new pasture.
The Marais is quiet except for a lone swan.
Scrambling across the dykes, children’s laughter and screams punctuate the air like the shriek of excited waders and wildfowl.
The beaches are still empty though, and on beautiful days such as these there is simply no better place to walk the dogs.
Unless of course you prefer narrow little lanes amidst the emerging foliage of spring; it’s a hard choice.
With warm skies and such a hazy sun it was more like an English summer’s day than spring in the middle of March yesterday.
Back home, I realised that even from the kitchen window everything seems calm and serene. Wishing everyone in the Northern Hemisphere a very happy first day of Spring, and everyone else a wonderful Sunday x