I feel like the last few weeks went by in a blossom-induced haze. Every day I notice more trees blooming, their branches heavy with myriads of magical, dreamy puffs of colour. Standing underneath the cherry tree at the corner of my road and looking up has been a gloriously calming, spirit-lifting activity. The magnolia season is here, all too brief but lovely and cherished.
The hedgerows along my running route are coming to life too. Among the blossom and the budding leaves I can spot blackbirds, robins, wrens, and blue tits all going about their business and signing their songs.
In our garden, impossibly rotund bumblebees have made their appearance and the damson tree is blossoming into tiny, white flowers. It creates the loveliest dappled light at mid-morning. With everything stirring to life, we are busy too. We’ve got our seeds and pots ready; we’ll be planting our windowsill herbs and flowers this weekend. Our thyme has survived winter and it’s already thriving; it feels good to have a head start.
The springtime transformation of my world amazes me. This year, it also coincides with a time of change in my life too. With lots of things up in the air, I’m reading books, listening to podcasts, and drawing inspiration from everything, trying to figure stuff out. Nature’s seemingly effortless transformation as the days grow longer has been helping me stay calm, keep anxiety away, and be positive. After all, if what appeared to be lifeless in the dark, frozen days of winter can now burst into life and beauty, surely I can find my way to grow and bloom too?