Spring is here, and here in London, for me, that means several things….
Blue skies brilliant above the red bricks and sky scrapers of the city.
Blossom trees that festoon you with blooms like so much confetti.
Too much time (as if there could ever be enough!) chatting in pub gardens and outside cafés.
Playful kittens getting bolder and sillier.
Washing on the line.
The social wakening up continues, as it has from around Easter time, and the diary fills with picnics, walks, meals, parties and fun.
The navies and blacks of the winter wardrobe starting to yeild to the pastels of spring and early summer.
Trying to understand cricket.
Leaving the house without checking the weather…or taking a coat (even if you do always still have your brolly with you!).
The urge to clean and tidy and sort.
That moment where you do the maths and realise it’s a little over fifty working days until the summer break.
Crisp refreshing gin and tonics.
Light mornings. Longer evenings.
A season of green, of new, of starting over.