Spring is well and truly here, and nature seems to be giddy with delight. There’s a green mist on the willow fronds as buds start to swell. Violets are nodding on the forest floor. Whistle pigs are nibbling at grass shoots and skunks are waddling across the back patio, near to bursting with wee kits. Our weeping cherry is adorned in rich pink blooms, and everywhere I turn there’s a spill of vivid yellow.
There are fountains of forsythia, pert studs of dandelions, the pale straw of last years grasses, the honey gold of the late afternoon light. Rich, lovely, warm: just what we need right now to assure us that winter is truly past. The wheel is turning. Brighter days are ahead.
Yellow: it’s Nature’s hug.