Almost

It’s almost, almost high spring. The warmth of May taking a dip to freezing for the last week, giving one last battle to stretch our hope of summer just that little longer. We will get there. Next Friday is 24C…. It’s coming…

The land is glorious, psychedelic green, my human eyes just melting in joy with the endless shades. The trees are alive with that spring bustle, birds and breeze and the hum of big fat bumbles. It’s ‘not quite dark’ at 10pm, the run up to solstice, constant expansion, riding the wave crest in a rush to summer. This is the beginning of my favourite time of year. My season. It’s a long time coming here in the UK, and fleeting when it stays, but that building energy, the drum underfoot of life, the sweep of vibrancy across the land – delicious. I want to relish every second of it.

The smells on the wind are of summer, of dark earth saturated by heavy spring rains, of the sweetness of full leaves and hotter days to come. Night falls softly, heavily, air thick and dark, stars bright and the scent of flowers waiting in the dusk. The wave is building, the tumble and rush of spring is at that tipping point. Let’s fall into it joyously. Bare feet, sun-warmed skin, days that never quite set. Time for exploration, adventures, movement, expansion. Soul season. Sumer is icumen in!