A Spring Summer’s Day
Thursday, March 24, 2011 at 12:57 PM 
Spring may have arrived only a couple of days ago, but summer came today.
Up on the moor this morning, the scent of roses was so thick and heavy I actually curled out my tongue to taste the deliciousness. Roses? I swear it. Impossible, I know. It’s March and there are no roses in bloom; and, if there were, they certainly wouldn’t be found up on the moors. Yet the fragrance was strong and persistent; the air so very still and sweet.
High in the blue above, a lazy aeroplane droned on and on and on. In the valley below, a cockerel greeted the day noisily. I was enveloped in birdsong as curlews dipped and darted about me on all sides.
Too warm to need a coat, even as the sun still rose. The light was milky and clear and glistening all at the same time. A day for dawdling, lingering, like a summer siesta.
The world’s weather patterns may be shifting (spring has brought fresh snowfalls for friends in New England and Canada….); but the weirdness does throw up the occasional gem.
Reader Comments (3)
Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Someday, I will experience this first-hand with you.
Beautiful, Helen! It gives me hope that my own springtime is not so far away . . . and I will curl my tongue with joy.
So pretty! I'm going to show the boys all your pictures of Spring.