“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”
~ Mark Twain
The days are slowly getting longer. Nights are cold, but the days are warm. The sun, at midday, makes you think of watermelon and swimming in the sea.
The first of the jasmine is out. Its fragrant flowers scent the night air.
The magnolia is in flower. All day bees buzz in and out of the deep petal bowls, taking their fill of nectar and pollen.
The young calves run together as a cadre. They specialise in wriggling under fences and into the orchard or my vegetable garden. I try to be mad at them, but they are too cute.
The grass is soft underfoot, flowers are blooming and my lettuce and tomatoes are going mad with the sudden increase in temperature.
We’re piling windfallen timber for the last of the bonfires before everything dries off and burning is finished until next winter.
I love the sweet fragrant woodsmoke when we set the burn piles alight on a still evening.
Everything feels brighter. The birds are chirpy. The plants are budding. Flowers are bursting forth.
It’s good to be alive!