oh, hello spring!

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I have a love/hate relationship with spring. I love it because of the colours it brings. Winter tends to be grey and dull, but then spring starts to subtly move in, sneaking a few petals of yellow here, a smattering of beautiful pink cherry blossom there, and creating a blanket of the greenest green you ever did see. The whole world suddenly erupts in brightness. Frisky lambs frolic in the fields. Birds become chirpier in the morning. It's lighter when I leave home, and still light-ish when I return in the evening. And of course, there is always the promise of chocolate. But I also hate spring. It's too temperamental. One day it insists you wear a t-shirt and very little else. The very next day it brings forth scarf, gloves and woolly hat weather. Should I wear a coat, or shouldn't I wear a coat?! I just don't know. The sun does shine brightly in the blue sky, but that doesn't mean it's warm. Spring also takes away the spellbinding sunrises that share my morning bus journey in February. The awesomeness of a pink-skied world is lost to me for a fair few months. Hate is a very strong word. Less hate, more frustration. But love/frustration relationship just sounds daft. Spring will never fill my heart with as much desire as the crunchy orangeness of autumn, but it will for ever come a very close second.