Changing seasons
I always was and I remain a lover of spring. I love the lengthening days, the growing warmth, snowdrops, cyclamen and the daffodils standing in breeze. And most of all I love the point when spring begins to turn to summer in May. There is nothing more glorious than the dazzling intensity of May's green, the new leaves bright against the blue sky, blossom falling over itself, birds rushing in and out of the hedgerows intent on the overwhelming need to grow their chicks. I just love it. I was a late comer to the joys of autumn. For years and years even the glories of September seemed to me to be shadowed by the knowledge that summer had gone, winter was coming, days were shortening, things were dying. It was a friend whose enthusiasm for autumn encouraged me to try to see it differently. There is a quality of light principally in October which suffuses everything with a gentle gold. There is a beauty in grasses in autumn, shimmering and holding the light. There is a vividn