Spring whisperings in the mountains

This time of year again. The time of blossom and bulbs flowering, of fresh green shoots, so green they are almost luminescent. Time hasn’t quickened quite yet. The growth is steady and consistent. Icy cold nights hold back the insatiable growth forces, soon to come. Days of glorious sunshine. Bare arms, lunch outside, windows flung open. Followed by days and days of rain, snow up on the mountain, gale force windows blustering, cosy in front of our fire.