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Tuesday, 7 May 2013

The Long Wait For Spring

Snowbells. A sign of a beginning or an end?  I’m never quite sure. Are those delicate ballerina flowers winter’s final flourish, or, spring's first forays? The first sight of them always give me hope.

Spring. Nature’s way of having a party. Daffodils herald it’s arrival with the fanfare of their yellow trumpets. Tooting triumphantly, promising that sunshine is on it’s way.

Except this year, it wasn’t.

Arctic winds blew. Snow fell in April.  Heating stayed cranked up warm. Chimneys continued to smoke.  Delicate skin became cracked and chapped from the extremes of cold and heat. Oilatum was needed for the boy’s bath and calendula ‘weather protection cream’ for around his mouth before going out.

Pip, in keeping with a season that prides itself on growth, did what he was supposed to do. Grow. A lot. I found myself looking at a boy in half mast trousers and unintentional three quarter length sleeves; a wardrobe that needed replenishing, with the next size up. Except the high street had been foiled too, so all that was available was short sleeved T-shirts, thin cotton trousers and shorts, supplemented with the odd item found in a ‘winter sale’ basket here or there.



It was too cold to play outside for long. The Easter holidays were marked this year with empty London parks and hurriedly arranged, last minute play dates;  as mothers saved each other’s sanity.   We practised our drawing and phonics, we baked, danced to music in the kitchen, made Dens around the sofa, bought a playmobil circus from the charity shop and acted out elaborate shows. We continued to eat porridge for breakfast, and casserole for tea, because somehow eating salad and lighter foods just seemed wrong.  We grew flowers inside instead. And  looked for hints that a new beginning was in sight. 

A white feather in the muddy wood; a sign of baby chicks, starting to take flight.  A wobbly lamb in the fields. Primroses.  

Eventually they came - gentle signs of hope.



We watched the huge magnolia tree,  in the garden around the corner, start to brim at it’s edges, promising huge buds. Waited patiently for her to bloom; a sure sign that spring would then be here.  And then she did; a resplendent display of white and pale pink, her delicate petals like fine tissue paper, fluttering gently in the warm breeze. 

Sunshine started to break through the clouds warming tired, grey skin and sending spirits soaring. Breastfeeding at dawn was suddenly accompanied by a cacophony of bird song. The school run could be completed in a cardigan and absent of heavy winter coat, I found I walked with a lightness of step and a lifted heart. 


This weekend I celebrated the confetti like petals of the cherry blossom falling in the park. Allowed myself to buy the strawberry ice cream they so reminded me of from the gelateria on the corner, and savour it on a warm bank holiday.

After the long winter months, I felt warm, alive, inspired and truly awake.



Finally, the party has started.  Spring is here.


If you enjoyed reading this post make a note to watch out for the fabulous One Week linky at Older Mum in a Muddle running from 3-8 June. The theme will be spring. 

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19 comments:

  1. Hope spring eternal... and about bloody time! A beautiful post - I really loved your photographs x

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    1. Yes, about bloody time indeed! Thank you. x

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  2. Superb photos! Especially the one with the light coming in shafts behind the yellow flowers, that one is stunning. Looking forward to seeing more of these in One Week.

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    1. Thanks Polly. The one with the yellow flowers is my fave too. x

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  3. Lovely post! I couldn't agree more. It's been quite the wait, but we seem to have got there in the end. We ate lunch in the garden today and spent most of the day outside. It was heaven x

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    1. It makes such a difference doesn't it? Lunch in the garden. Fabulous. x

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  4. Here! Here! At long last. Spring. Beautiful words (as ever) and beautiful photos. Love the feather and the sun streaming through the flowers! It leaves you doing a double take when they've had a sudden growth spurt doesn't it? Thank you so much for mentioning One Week - I hope you are able to join in again in June. XXX (lovely to have you back again after your break).

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    1. Pip has had a major growth spurt, I'm normally quite well stocked up on future sizes but with EB's arrival was less so this year and it caught me unawares! I am actually on holiday the week of one week but will try to schedule a post. Might need you to link it up for me though! xx

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    2. Oooooh lovely! No worries, I will link up for you :o).

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    3. All linked up lovely! X.

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  5. Great post and lovely photos, it's amazing what a bit of sun and colour can do to uplift your mood. This long winter has made us all feel heavy and glum x

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  6. Eek! Is #oneweek this week?! I'm hoping not as I have yet to write my #spring post! Your photos are gorgeous and I love the analogy of the daffodils trumpeting the arrival of spring...which was indeed, rather premature of them! Your pictures are just gorgeous :)

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    1. No, it's not this week, it's the first week of June. Just thought I'd help PR it a bit. x

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  7. It's lovely to see the end of the winter and the beginning of a much nicer time to come. Lovely photos and I hope we get some much nicer weather staying around for a while.

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    1. Thank you. Yes please to better weather!

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  8. Oh yes, beautiful photos. Definitely spring x.

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  9. FABULOUS photography. You've taken me on a flower journey that I have not been on in real life.
    Thank you.
    Liska x

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  10. Stunning pictures! The fritillaries around us were almost non existent and they are my favourate flowers. We always brace ourselves and take a picnic on our annual pilgrimage to see them. I love the feather too, the picture, words and sentiment.

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