Can it really be here? The end of March? Where the heck did the other months go? I don't think I even got to see Feb? It did happen, right?
You know I adore cold weather but, since we were robbed of a proper Winter, I feel like I have been in seasonal limbo.
For the past couple of weeks however, Spring has started to make herself known to us all. And it is not a half arsed attempt either. It is here in full blown colour and song.
I for one am tres happy about this, for it has lifted my spirits and reminded me that life does continue, Spring will return and things do get better. Eventually.
The Beard is always reminding me of this - but sometimes I forget and need a little Divine intervention to shout it a bit louder for me.
Anyway - enough of me blathering. Spring is here and I am hurrahing it.
We spent Spring Equinox walking around some beautiful 17th Century gardens (as you do) and soaking up the simplcity of things such as Daffodils and tree blossom.
The sky was incredibly blue and I regretted not fishing out my sunglasses. Before I know it, judging by how fast the last couple of months have been sucked into the past, it shall be Summer, so I had best find them soon.
I am trying something new with my clothes at the moment - putting jumpers with dresses. I don't know why I have not done this before. Endless new outfits and no expense. I have seen many people I admire out there in the blogosphere do this of late.
It lends itself perfectly to the seasonal change. And it means that I do not have to stuff my usual longer cardy up under my belt to stop it from trailing out under my jacket and ruining the whole look.
We went for a stroll down by the Thames. I have mentioned before my love of this river. All the things it has seen. It makes me a bit dizzy to think about it. Oh if only the banks could speak.
Something that was speaking to me was this tree. Well, more humming than speaking. Upon closer inspection, it was covered in Bees.
Big, fat, hairy, happy Bees.
I have mentioned before, last Equinox as it happens, my love & connection to Bees. So, without a word, I walked straight towards the tree. On the bank of the Thames. Which was alive with stingy things. Much to the consternation of the bewildered Beard.
I was a bit apprehensions at first, but they were seriously not interested in me, but the gloriously scented blossom. Their undersides were covered in yellow fuzz and they calmly wafted around my head.
To say I felt touched might seem a bit hey-man-right-on to some, but that's how I felt.
And I feel all the better for it.