A love letter to spring.

things that caught my eye (and heart) as I softened into the season.

“always

it’s

Spring)and everyone’s

in love and flowers pick themselves”. E.E. Cummings.

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Today is the first day of June and the start of meterological summer; it feels to me like a weighty chapter has passed since the (theoretical) beginning of spring on 1st March.

Much of the start of spring felt like a long expanse of grey; punctuated by impossibly cold mornings seeped in sleet with a side sprinkle of snow. And yet there were faint whispers of spring gathering strength within the glowing yellow and purple cups of crocuses and the clumps of daffodils making their way out of the cold earth.

Narcissus ‘Cragford’ emerging from the earth in the garden

April brought blousy blossom on the trees in the streets and pale slices of lemony sunshine amongst the cool, drenching showers. Slowly but surely spring began to gather pace, signalled by the beginnings of bluebells and tulips peeling themselves open in the garden.

May began to feel softer. The downpours remained heavy to begin with but there was a warmth to the sun when it appeared; the rain and sunlight combining to encourage the outside world to surge with life.

It feels good to pause here on the cusp of a new season and realise how far we have come since those very early spring days at the start of March.

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Here are some of the things that caught my eye (and heart) along the way…