Is it just me, or is there more than a hint of Spring in the air? I mean, this has been the most ridiculously mild winter anyway, but the last few days have definitely smelt pretty Spring-like.
Tom and I were out on the Marshes on Wednesday, enjoying the afternoon sun after a rather wet morning. There was still a bit of a chilly wind blowing, but otherwise it was a lovely mild day. The kind that makes you want to explore.
We had a great afternoon of nature play. Tom found a feather, which he then made me carry for the rest of the walk.
We stopped by a while by some fallen logs, which were perfect for prodding and climbing on.
Tom got a bit tired of walking towards the end, so hopped back in the buggy for the final loop towards home. We passed hawthorn bushes with fresh young leaves just starting to appear, and this blossom laden tree.
I know it’s not the end of winter quite yet, but I couldn’t help starting to make plans for when the weather is warmer…picnics and day trips and weekends in my mum’s garden. It’s that optimism that comes with the first signs of Spring.
Of course, these early signs, along with all the extreme weather we’ve experienced this winter, likely relate to climate change. Which is a dampening thought. But I still can’t stop myself from enjoying the thought of the changing seasons.