Amongst the soup making and wooly jumper wearing and firewood collecting, something has started to happen…
…the smallest of signs are emerging, telling me that Winter is fleeting, Spring will be upon us soon. Out the farmhouse kitchen window I spied a branch of blossom in the orchard. I wandered outside, over the fence and behind the limestone laundry to find a lone tree in blossom. Most of the trees in our (I must say rather sad looking) orchard are a mystery, I’m no fruit tree expert so am eagerly awaiting some fruit in Spring/Summer to correctly identify them. Meanwhile back in the kitchen the sun streams in on my jonquils from my weekend gathering. The air might be frosty outside but inside I can feel my bones thawing out, stretching in the sun and dreaming of warm sunny days.
It’s always the way that I just get into the swing of a season…and then it’s gone. But I fall in love with another in no time. Sometimes I feel like I’m cheating on Autumn by falling in love with Winter, and then Spring comes along and it gets all kinds of complicated.
What’s your favourite season?
Do you know what my blossoming fruit tree could be?
Don’t jonquils smell funny?!