So much has happened over the past few days that I am at a loss where to begin. It started with the drive north through a land sprung to life and colour. A day’s warmth and winter had been banished. Trees, whose skeletal branches had laced the iron clouds, were unfurling their first leaves.
Every garden had daffodils, buds with hints of colour and bushes barely restraining themselves from bursting into bloom. Wildflowers dotted the hedgerows and grassy banks, revealing themselves in beauty… even the bluebells were beginning to open…. and the fields were starting to turn, dusted with gold.
I stopped, close to my destination, for a walk in the woods to stretch my legs after the long drive. You could feel the awakening of the earth… see the beauty in a system that, from the decay of old summers, grows leaves to shade small and fragile creatures from the sun as it gains strength.
Birds are busily gathering nesting material, flying around with beaks so full they should not be able to fly. Squirrels dart through the undergrowth in search of hidden stores, unafraid of the woman with the camera.
… And by the time I drive home, spring has well and truly sprung. The trees are green, the fields golden, the hedgerows brimming with life… another workshop weekend is over and work has already begun on the next.
Time flies, but sometimes, its beauty can only be seen when we take the time to be still.