As I first started to conceive the idea of this post, and began to edit the images, the sun was streaming in through the kitchen window, and I had stood and bathed in its warm rays, soaking up as much as I possibly could. I felt as though I hadn’t been grasped by direct tendrils of sunlight in weeks. Now, as I write this post, a thick layer of cloud has ensconced the sky, and a perpetual drizzle has settled in. And that for me, sums up the transition from winter to spring. We are in January now, and it has brought with it the usual bleak shades of cool, blue tones, howling winds and lashing rain. I find myself eagerly searching for signs of spring arriving.
I caught myself the other day at work staring out of the window, captivated by the scene within the frame. I realised that this day was the first in around two weeks that I had actually seen clear skies and sunshine. That’s the thing about winter, isn’t it? It is an unending torrent of grey, and cold, and damp. It’s tough to remain positive and motivated during these bleaker months, and I’ve been trying see the beauty in the frost and the moody blankets of cloud. Yet I can’t help finding myself yearning for spring to arrive. I think it’s a British thing, isn’t it? To continually wish the seasons away. I find myself usually at the end of every season desperately wishing the current season away, keen for a change.
Well, for all seasons except Autumn, which, for me, always seems far too fleeting. Autumn will always be my favourite season. I know it’s a cliche in the blogosphere, but it really cannot be beaten in my opinion. I love that first bite of crisp air when the temperatures begin to cool down, and the sun becomes lower in the sky by day. I love digging out my gloves and scarves, and woolly hats, yet not quite needing two pairs of socks and a duffle coat to face the outdoors. I love the comfort food that comes out in Autumn: hot chocolates, pies, soup, crusty bread. Bonfires. Hot cider. Lighting a dozen candles. Fluffy socks and thick blankets. I could go on. However, Autumn is a while away now, and my next favourite season is about to come into its own.
Spring brings with it so much promise. A boom of newborn animals, snowdrops and bluebells, vegetables to be planted, longer days with more sunshine. I’ve never found summer to be my favourite season as I find it often a little too warm, and the light is always just a little too harsh on the camera lens. Spring brings the breath of summer with it, but leaves us with ‘just enough’.
This year I plan to embrace spring by planting some vegetables and making a start on being a little more self-sustaining. We have a baby tomato plant in the kitchen which I can’t wait to relocate to the garden and hopefully watch it flourish. I’d love to have a go at planting some runner beans, courgettes, cucumbers and maybe potatoes, but I think I’ll first see how the tomatoes fare…
I’ve had my fill of illness and subsequent hibernation this winter, and I’m ready to get back out there and embrace the great outdoors again. If you have any suggestions for lovely places to hike on the south coast then do let me know!