There's Nothing Like It To Lift Your Mood!

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Today, I find myself contemplating Nature once again. With the clocks turning forward last Sunday, the evenings have become much lighter... twilight isn't until almost eight o'clock now. The day dawned cloudy, but with the sun peeking through, and intermittently baring Himself in all his glory, bathing the Earth in bright light. The birds were singing, and the children can be heard playing happily in the school playground. The weather is much warmer and the winds have subsided, so all is much calmer and more colorful. I got up and walked to the living room window, to look out upon my garden. The daffodils, battered by the winds, rain and snow of late, are on their way out, but as is Nature's way, are being replaced by new leaves on the rose bushes and forsythia, huge clumps of polyanthus, deep red, yellow, and coral coloured, litter the garden beds, and daisies are springing up on the lawn. (It must be time to get the mower out!) Sparrows are hopping around the branches of a wild rose bush, amongst the hips which still cling to them, bluetits and sparrows are hanging on the peanut columns pecking away at their breakfast, and a baby blackbird sits on the lawn in the sun, preening its feathers, oblivious to anything or anybody else. Further on, the newly shorn sheep graze lazily in the field, heavy with unborn lambs, and crows fly in twos and threes across the field. Returning to my desk, and the dining room, at the front of my home, I can see the children running around behind the curtain of trees, in their natural play space, fully enjoying the early days of spring. A neighbour across the way is hanging out her washing on the clothes line; the hawthorn hedge is speckled green with the unfolding of its leaves, the cherry tree on the bank, out front, is laden with rich, pink blossom, as everybody goes about their daily lives. People are trotting to and from the post office with their newspapers, and so begins the new season of new life. I feel content, warm and happy as I gaze upon the Wheel's turn. So, do you like Spring? How would you describe it, in your own words? Are you able to watch daily developments from your window, and how is your garden growing? How does all this make you feel? I'm sitting here with a smile on my face right now, at the wonder of it all. How about you?