It happens regularly every year, but every year that it happens, it is a surprise. What am I talking about? Well, Spring, of course.
For most of us, Spring is that wonderful contrast to Winter. For the majority of us, Winter is a dark, grey, drab, cold, often wet, series of early evenings, which have been deserted by sunshine. We leave home in the morning, and arrive back again, in the darkness. Then, one day, probably late in the month of March, we suddenly realise that we’re not travelling in darkness any more, but in daylight. That house in the distance, that we’ve been used to seeing, over the last four or five months, is no longer visible. It’s no longer there, because, although so far, we’ve seen it through skeleton-like trees, these trees are now green with leaves, blocking our sight.
Of course, all this change isn’t quite so sudden as my words may suggest. But it, nevertheless is a relatively fast procedure. One morning, I heard a familiar sound from the nearby park. Familiar, but near forgotten. It was the sound of the park-keeper’s grass mowing machine. In England, a sure sign of Spring is the mass of golden daffodils. They are everywhere – along the road verges, in parks, in gardens, on highway roundabouts, in church yards. Yes, simply everywhere. Suddenly, Winter is long forgotten.
That TV programme we have been used to watching inside darkened windows! One evening we realise that we are watching that same programme, with the sun still shining through our windows. In the garden, what had, until now, been a dull patch of earth, has been transformed overnight, to green shoots, promising the return of the last year’s flowers, we had practically forgotten. And the little garden birds, which we saw so little of during the Winter, are now shooting around from tree to bush, like mini-size rockets. Their early morning song, becomes a crescendo, now that Spring is here. The whole countryside, has come out of hibernation, to gladden our hearts. We have come back from the darkness into our longed-for world of colour. It all sounds like paradise.
Oh well, back to the real world. The garden needs digging, fertilising, and the many other jobs, that a garden demands. That grass-cutting machine seems to become heavier, with each new Springtime. How nice it would be, just throwing snowballs at our new snowman.
Glossary
drab - grey, ordinary
deserted - ignored, left behind
used to - familiar with
to mow - to cut grass
daffodils similar to narcissus, which have a smaller, lighter coloured flower, than daffodils
verge - roadside, vegetated earth
dull - opposite of bright