You Know It's Spring When...
On my wander down to the village outreach Post Office facility (the mobile pop up that visits on Friday afternoons) today, I was suddenly aware of animal noises in the field on the opposite side of the road. Looking up, I realised it was a flock of sheep huddled together in a sheltered corner, presumably to avoid the worst of the afternoon's drizzle, baaing loudly in an apparent attempt to protect their new born lambs. As my diet is currently very much pescatarian, I am uncertain why I was viewed as such a potential threat. I'm also unsure whether it was the exploits of the little lambs, the sound from their mothers or the realisation that spring is now very much here that brought a smile to my face.
Of course, the pinpointers of spring are all around us, whether it be the daffodils (albeit slightly later than recent years); the brave souls I've started to spot in T shirts and even shorts, or the strange urge to dust furniture and clean windows. Mister E has had the ladders out to clear the gutters; the cars have been serviced and hot soup is gradually being replaced by salad at lunchtimes.
Seedlings are being nurtured; potatoes are chitting ready for planting out in due course; evenings are lighter even without the coming change in the clocks, and the annual notice of a change in tax coding has arrived.
However, it was whilst driving home from my mother's this morning that I truly recognised the real harbinger of springtime: all those council workers in hard hats and fluorescent coats, mending roads and clearing ditches whilst their temporary traffic lights created havoc for road users! I guess we'll know it's summer when they start laying tarmac.
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