The Seasons Turning

And so we, in the UK have got there, the shortest day!  Sometimes at this time of year I get a sense of the spring to come. It's difficult to explain and at this time of year it's always fleeing and ephemeral, easily buried back into deep winter. The feeling I get from the countryside is of anticipation, as if every tree and plant has cautiously opened one drowsy eye to check what is happening. It's a sense of anticipation and quickening. Yes at  this time of year it's always fleeting, lasting only an hour or so before being submerged back into deep sleep. But as the days slowly lengthen the feeling appears more often and lasts longer each time.  Eventually nature opens both eyes and the first green shoots appear.  As you may surmise from this I don't enjoy winter and am eagerly anticipating spring, longer day length and warmer days.  Roll on spring.