It's that time of the year when today I wear my flower-print top and pumps and tomorrow I'm back in my knee-high boots and hooded-coat. Spring. Winter. Summer temptations. All this indecision. It drives me nuts. Especially as I don't have enough space to have both summer and winter wardrobes out of the backs and tops of cupboards!
These April showers, a term commonly used to reflect the unsettled spring weather of the UK, followed an unseasonably mild March - promising an early summer.
But, really, April is a great time of the year... bright yellow daffodils and colourful spring flowers bob around in the morning sun. Granny is out on the common with her little dog, chasing sticks and balls. The dog, not granny. And then there is granny, sitting on the common bench catching her breath. It's all too sweet.
I see daylight both on my way to AND from work. And at this time of the year the colours create that brilliant, almost black and white effect as the light breaks through between buildings, over bridges and races across the Thames water. It's all rather glorious.
I suppose it can be said that spring is a time for new beginnings, for growth and making sure the year is on track against those New Year ideals we committed to all three, going on four months ago. Instead, it kinda freaks me out knowing that the past months have disappeared and I'm yet to get off the starting blocks. The odd thing is that I am so busy. If it's not mountains of work, then it's social events, family commitments, the odd course or activity, or catching up with friends visiting London... so when exactly does one start the year and future? I guess I am in my future?
Maybe I'm that little dog in the common, chasing sticks and my little furry tail? Dashing round and round in circles. For a brief moment, it's a nice thought. All that freedom and not a care in the world other than catching that stick. But not for a second would I trade my dinner for a tin of Husky chunks and some crunchy treats! Back to my future I will go...
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