Some would say that March 1st is the first day of spring. My Grandad was one of those people: today would have been his birthday. After the chills of last March, I am a little more circumspect about declaring the seasons to have turned. Nevertheless, St David’s day certainly signals a shift. It’s the beginning of the end for winter: the wind’s breath just a little warmer, the sunshine just a little brighter.
It was particularly bright today, such a tonic to feel the rays on our faces. The eldest boys spent the morning with my parents, leaving D and I free to wander the farmers’ market, with the baby engaged and cheerful in the sling on D’s back. It was a welcome treat to spend a quiet morning together, to drink a leisurely cup of tea and to linger over all the temptations that the market had to offer.
Hello, March. You are so welcome.