Every year, and usually in January, there is a day when I know that spring will happen. There is something about the quality of the air and light that gives new hope.
It isn't always linked to any physical signs of spring, although today I did spot the first tips of snowdrop leaves pushing up around the base of the quince tree. The bluebells have been pushing up for a while now.
It also isn't linked in general to any wildlife signs, although today I was keenly aware of small birds in the garden starting to prepare their mating songs.
It is also not the end of the bad and cold weather - while today we have seen a bit of sun for only the third time this year, I know that we still have a lot of frost and rain and wind to come.
But there was definitely something in the air today, and I am now inclined to think about pruning the apple, pear and quince trees and what crops I might grow in the potager.
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