On the Cusp.

I just took a walk to the creepy copse in Church Lane for the first time since before I went into hospital. My, how it’s changed in four short weeks. Gone is the brown, skeletal starkness of winter; newly arrived is a greening woodland carpet dappled by the shadows of early spring leaves in the early spring sunshine. It will grow darker, of course, as the season progresses and the canopy spreads and thickens, but for now it’s wearing the best of maidenly livery and looks really quite splendid.

I find it odd that I complain so much – and with some justification – about the tyranny of time, and yet so love the regular changes of the seasons.