I’ve been anticipating the ‘dawn chorus’ to usher in the spring for some days now – and this morning I heard a thrush, his song bright and positive. Only one bird and not the chorus I was expecting, but a joyful beginning.
Soon the mornings will be alive with sound as the birds awaken from their winter slumbers to embark on their search for a mate, and nest building.
Spring is my favourite time of the year. After the misery of winter when all is quiet in nature, it’s thrilling to watch everything come to life again, the birds, the flowers, the trees. Even my cat gets ‘spring fever’.
I know there are still snappy showers and often hail at this time of the year, but these quickly pass and the sunshine rushes back to warm everything.
I tend to feel lethargic in winter and don’t want to do much. But with the spring I feel renewed and even cleaning windows doesn’t feel like a chore. The ‘scales of winter’ are stripped away, and there’s the anticipation of summer’s warmth – birdsong to wake me in the morning, sunshine-filled days, and honey-gold evenings. A time when every day is full of ‘summer surprises’, and anything seems possible.