Alongside everything I have been doing this week – creeping ever closer to a completed third draft of my novel, keeping up with Arthur’s ever-expanding social calendar, and supporting Leigh through another wave of deadlines – there has been the faint bubble of anticipation. The sense that, after weeks and months of the dark and the cold of winter, spring might finally, actually, be just around the corner.
Arthur and I were at my parents’ place last weekend. Although they’re less than an hour away, and still on the sea (well, the estuary anyway), the environment there feels very different. They are surrounded by countryside, and there is no escaping the shifting seasons. So it was there I noticed spring first. It took me almost by surprise, but it has not disappeared since we returned to Brixham.
Arthur has learnt the words for primrose, snowdrop and daffodil this week. He sought out the little patches of colour as we traversed the woodland, and I couldn’t help but notice the shoots beginning to seep from winter branches. Back home we saw that our own daffodils had finally burst out from their buds, trumpeting the promise of warmer, lighter days to anyone who cared to listen.
For the past few months my parents’ chickens have refused to lay. The flock was expanded at the end of last year, and ever since their nest has remained empty. In the past few weeks they have seemed to call an end to their strike. Looking at the beautiful eggs they are now producing in abundance it seemed way too coincidental to have nothing to do with the coming of spring: and on doing a little research I discovered that sure enough, the longer days have much to do with the chickens’ willingness to release their eggs into the world.
We travelled home on Monday with a collection of them, almost too lovely to eat.
I am pleased to report that they were delicious.
One thing that spring can be guaranteed to bring is crazy weather, and this week has most definitely not disappointed on that front. On Tuesday, we were woken up by a hailstorm at three am – it was so insanely loud I thought for a while it might dislodge the slate on the roof. A few hours later, we woke again to pink skies reflecting off the sheen of an almost perfectly still bay, the only sound being the squark of seagulls and the distant drone of fishing boats heading out to sea.
A text came through from a friend as I was getting Arthur organised to head out to his drama class, saying that we should make the most of the glorious day. Just as I was sending my agreement, the rain rolled in. Yet by the time we were ready to leave it was beautiful once again. Dark clouds gathered before the day was done.
The weather this week has most definitely been unpredictable, but not entirely unpleasant.
In the moments when the sun has come out, there has been no denying this week that it is starting to get warmer. There have been points when I’ve almost been able to taste those delicious summer days, children laughing as they play for hours in the great outdoors, parents watching over them whilst basking in the rays themselves,
We had music today at Lupton House, followed by the precious coffee and catch-up I’ve come to so look forward to. Afterwards us mums stood and chatted as the children played, tentatively exclaiming our delight at the warmth which filled the air.
This is perhaps the least tangible of the signs that spring is on its way, but it’s no less important for that. I cope with winter better than I used to, but still during the past few weeks I’ve felt a little like I’ve been wading through treacle just to manage the tasks which make up the day to day.
But this week that sense of drudgery has been replaced with hope, with the anticipation of spring rolling into summer, of leaving the house without a coat and returning in the evening whilst it is still light.
I suppose deep down I love the seasons, all of them, for the contrasts they bring. But I cannot deny that I have my favourites, and spring is most certainly one of them.
My word of the week this week is spring.
Oh, I’m with you there. Spring brings with it so much promise and I’m looking forward to seeing new life, new shoots, colour and (hopefully) warmth. Lovely post x
Spring is definitely on it’s way. Started the week with snow and hail, today it’s sunny and mild.
Lovely pics! X #ThePrompt
I understand how you feel about winter, and I feel like it’s hit my harder this year than ever before. I am so ready for spring now. You have beautiful views there, and so lovely that Arthur’s appreciating the blooms, too x Thanks for sharing with #WotW
What a lovely part of the country you live in. It’s amazing how different parts of the country are when you start to look at nature and the changes in the season.
Oh, how I long for spring! We may have the blue skies, but most potential signs are still buried under several feet of snow! Those first signs really do bring hope though, don’t they? And often, just in time, before winter finishes us off completely! Thanks so much for sharing with #ThePrompt x
I love this, Spring, ah so much a lovely time what a great post =)
We’ve all been anticipating the start of Spring for so long, it has been a long time coming but it really does feel like it’s finally here. Lovely post & there’s nothing better than freshly laid eggs is there!
Oh how gorgeous and fresh are your pictures, you can definitely see spring is in the air!xx
There is feeling in the air that it’s on its way. I discarded the winter coat the other day. Could be a bit of wishful thinking, but here’s hoping not.
What stunning photos! I keep getting glimpses of spring and I can’t wait until it is here properly!
Gorgeous post hon and stunning photos! Do you use your phone or a camera? Isn’t it just wonderful to properly feel Spring in the air 🙂 xx
Thank you 🙂 I just use my phone at the moment, but I keep meaning to get back to a proper camera again… I love taking photos, but I’ve never been so great at the technical stuff! Xx
The place where you at is just stunning! I always love the photos of them. Oh and love the colors of those eggs!
We went to Bristol and yes spring is upon us. We saw so many blooms and most of all we walk around with less layer! Yey! #wotw
The eggs are amazing aren’t they? And I am constantly in awe of Brixham, and Devon in general. So beautiful… 🙂 x
It is so exciting! Always seems so full of promise. Thanks for linking up to #Thelist x
What absolutely stunning photos Sophie!! Your egg laying situation is fascinating – I’m very pleased to see you’ve been getting some beauts though. Your last point about hope…I can relate to that and this week has brought a sense of hope with it too (we’re further north so I guess a week behind!).
Thanks for linking up to #Thelist xxx