Spring is my favourite season and a couple of weeks ago it blew in with loads of rain and snow and then some sun. One day we have the fire roaring to keep warm and the next I’m in a tee shirt and light pants.
Spring brings chaotic weather, daffodils, green sprouts on my raspberry plants, and babies of the four footed variety. Yeah, and the human ones, but they come all year round.
I belong to a walking group and once a week we hit the hills, sometimes following rivers, or the coastline, or, like on this last trip, we walk beside farms. Last week we went up a valley where spring was very evident in the green pastures, the chirping birds and these babies.
The alpaca was very curious, and I’d swear she laughed when I got a zap from the electric fence as I took the photo. Which is why it’s blurry. I didn’t get another photo op as she raced away.
Spring also revitalises me. It brings hope and excitement, and I rewrite goals and plan to do way more than I can ever possibly get done. I’ve been writing lots these last two weeks, and long may that last.
Which is your favourite season, and why?