Early.
When I arrived in the UK a year ago today, the landscape was, to say the least, bleak. And leaves didn't truly appear on trees until at least April.
This year, I came back from Aus to find that, although it had snowed the week before, several hardy trees were already putting forth fragile blossoms. Over the fortnight since, not only have the days grown an hour longer (at least!), but daffys and other bulbs have started pushing up their green shoots, so that roadside verges everywhere are now a riot of green and gold, and fruit trees are in bloom everywhere you look.
The poet in me feels as though spring's arrival was more dramatic after what had clearly been a long cold winter in these parts. The part of me that lives here just loves that there was real warmth in the sun this morning and it shone nearly all day. Bring on the turning seasons. Really.
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