Spring Cleaning
It may be April and I’ve still got my Michelin man grey winter jacket out, the one that was designed for someone whose arms get colder than the rest of their body. BUT spring is in the air. The days are longer now. The sun sets around 7:30 PM and it's already bright outside when I wake up in the mornings. Some of the grumpy bare trees are slowly sprouting new buds – pale green buds that make one wonder what’s going to magically unfurl one day – leaves or flowers? Pink or yellow? Then there are the pale pink and white blossom trees that make you think you’re in a beautiful painting, a romantic film with no twists to the plot and just sweet uncomplicated love. The whisper-soft petals sprinkle the green grass below or waft in a slow drizzle if the breeze blows, and every time I see them my heart flutters and peace descends. The daffodils with their bright yellow duck beaks, the tulips in shop windows and Instagram squares – it is easier to be happier in Spring. Prov