My favourite season – or is it?
I love spring. I love to see and smell the new growth everywhere, the flowers opening in their sequence, blossom on the fruit trees, insects out and about again, the lengthening days, the birdsong, the warming rays of the sun… each spring I think that this really has got to be my favourite season. Today was just such a day: glorious warm sunshine, lots of butterflies suddenly appearing, blossom on the plum and almond trees, late daffodils blooming along with early tulips and cheerful wallflowers, the sort of day that makes you glad you are alive to be part of it. And the scent of wallflowers especially takes me back to warm days visiting my great aunt and uncle, the sun warming the stone walls of their sheltered garden, the promise of summer ahead…
And yet as each season comes around I’m convinced that that is my favourite. Summer – how could I not love the long days, the warmth, the profusion of life? Autumn with its fulfilment of earlier promises providing all sorts of goodies in the garden and in fields and hedges? And then in winter I love those crisp cold days, frosty mornings, snow to play in, the cosy dark evenings by the fire. Yes spring is definitely my favourite season – until the next one.
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