When it feels like we’ve been waiting in winter forever, one morning we wake, and there’s that familiar sweet scent in the air, a wet photosynthesising taste on the tongue, and we know that spring is here. Time passes in the pushing up of shoots, the unfurling of leaves and the opening of petals; these daily doses of hope, while the light lingers longer and the layers of winter are peeled away, is what gives spring its magic.
Weekends are spent sowing seeds and counting each new narcissus that opens, and the long, dark nights begin to trickle away. Sometimes, though, a spring can be put on pause. The nights drop too cold, the frost is left unthawed and late spring snow comes to dust the daffodils with its ice;
