Sights like these are things I live for – signs of winter being kicked back over to the other side of the world. Finally.
The other day whilst out taxiing children to class I looked up and actually saw a tree with the beginnings of cherry blossom .. cherry blossom!! … and my heart actually skipped a beat. Spring?! Already? Oh, yes please! I felt like running through the streets like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music declaring to people that spring, at last- it is almost here! Doe a deer! A FEMALE deer! (I didn’t, of course, because in our hood running through streets only happens when followed by crazed gangs or police, and English isn’t even a third language here. And crazy, white English speaking people singing ‘Doe a Deer’ is more like to end up with hospitalisation rather than accompanying a Capella vocalisations that I had envisaged in my head – and what little English does get spoken here belongs more on a NWA album than Julie Andrews… jus’ sayin’).
I could hardly believe that by keeping my head down and ploughing on through life and work that I had managed to forge through a whole season and come out the other side. It certainly put a spring in my step – no pun intended – and I could feel a heavy load lifting. Garden, allotment, flowers, fresh air, washing on washing lines (me so rock n roll) – all of these things and more are so tantalisingly close. Finally.
Inching our way back to spring.