Spring is deemed to start on the vernal equinox, around the 20^th of March, often earlier sometimes later. Regardless of the exact date, for me, for last twenty years, at least, I have managed to recognise and savour the event in the moment.  I’m not the only one; we all look forward to the first day of spring.

After a few months of cold, usually wet and windy weather, there is a definable moment in the start of spring which makes it my favourite season. There are the visual aspects, such as the crocuses, snow drops and daffodils that signal to the better weather to come, but there is something else, something in the air that confirms the change in seasons, recognisable to all humanity.

Usually a particular early afternoon, there seems to be some ineffable quality to the air that tells us the months ahead will feel a little lighter than all the others. Now those flowers make better sense and mark out my time based on which flowers are blooming, just as the tulips start to pinken.

The much anticipated rejuvenation, reawakening of all that makes the summer so sweet begins.

But, something else stirs within us; get outside. Usually, this will be sated by the work we get around to in the garden. But, maybe it’s a chance to do something new in our lives; run more cycle more, walk more. Maybe go for the promotion, the new job, take a new opportunity.

Enjoy the spring, the colours, smells and warmth to come.