"Come, sweetheart, listen, for I have a thing
Most wonderful to tell you, news of Spring".
Chaenomeles flowering on a sun-kissed, sheltered wall.
One more sleep and then it's official: it's Spring. Every year on this day Beloved and I congratulate ourselves and each other that we've made it through another winter. Winters are hard for me, I need daylight to keep the black dogs of depression at bay; although Beloved doesn't suffer from SAD he too is always very glad to see the lengthening days and feel the ever more warming rays of the sun.
"The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth, And they first feel the sun".
The leaves of this red Euphorbia glow in the sun.
And so do gardener and I, back in the kitchen, after a full day working outside.
The Miracle by John Drinkwater
Spring Flowers by John Keble