early morning sunshine softening the memory of the night’s chill on your cheek
crouching down in the long grass as the bees and bugs buzz busily amongst tiny flowers
fuzzy calves staring at you obstinately through the morning’s mist as you walk down to the creek
rain, lots of rain, and then more rain, and then some rain
seeds sprouting vigorously, doubling overnight it seems in the moist, wormy soil in the veggie patch
birds everywhere, singing, nibbling at the star jasmine, bathing in the rainwater filled galvanised bin bird bath, swooping as you ride your bike down to the general store,
a slick of sweet sticky gloss on your lips as you run out the door
throwing your swimmers in the boot just in case its warm enough to jump in next time you drive past the beach
sweet smells in the air night after night that make you breathe just that little bit deeper each time you go outside for a moonlit walk
fresh organic beetroot carrot apple ginger juice for breakfast, big red radishes and tender leaves ripe for the picking
country fairs with heaving stalls, freshly squeezed lemonade and handmade wares
spring … aaah, how I welcome thee!
