We know it's coming every year, the Change of Seasons. Winter to Spring. It's one of the greatest blessings we're given in this short, cyclical life- to have the sweet warmth and life of Summer taken away from us so we can celebrate its return and rebirth six months later.
I am an Autumn girl at heart; October is my absolute favourite time of the year. But Spring takes a close second, and I think there's good reason that most people I know love these two seasons the most. They are the seasons of relief and change; they signal new and exciting things to come. Snow after a long spell of heat, and life after a long spell of cold and sleep.
So even though October is a long way off, I am jumping out of my socks with joy at the unseasonably early heralding of Spring this morning. Suddenly all my plans of errands and chores for the day are completely unimportant. We're going to the park.