Spring is here, even though some days we would not think it.  But yes, you can feel a change in the air.  It is brighter in the mornings and the days are getting warmer and a little longer.  Flowers are appearing and leaves and plants are starting to grow again. Spring the season of the year between winter and summer, lasting from March to June north of the equator, and from September to December south of the equator.  It is also time for daylight savings and the clocks spring forward this weekend. 


Spring is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection and regrowth. Over the years there have been many poems written about Spring.  Some come to mind that I learned many years ago in English class at school written by William Blake, William Wordsworth, George Manley Hopkins, Philip Larkin to name but a few.  

One of my favourite poems about Springtime is by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


A song that comes to mind at this time of year is about tulips by Max Bygraves

When its Spring again I’ll bring again
Tulips from Amsterdam
With a heart that’s true I’ll give to you
Tulips from Amsterdam
I can’t wait until the day you fill
These eager arms of mine
Like the windmill keeps on turning
That’s how my heart keeps on yearning
For the day I know we can share these
Tulips from Amsterdam


Spring is a time of hope, joy, newness.  Lambing season is upon us.  You can hear the birds singing in the trees and they are gathering material to build their nests. Winter is over.  The dark dark days are gone.  Banish those winter blues and put a spring in your  step and enjoy all that nature has to offer for free.  Look forward to something new each day.  Spring time is the land awakening.  Enjoy it.



On Tuesday 14th February, there will be flowers given, chocolates enjoyed and cards read all over the world in the name of love.  This special day of love is for all ages of lovers. Even if you are 25 years old or 75 years young, you can still enjoy Valentines Day.

Do you remember those days when you first understood what Valentines Day meant, waiting for a card to arrive in the post?  Did you send soppy love poems to your Valentine?  

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Kisses are Sweet, And so are You.  heart

You may be with your sweetheart for many years, but Valentines Day is still special. Even though it may be commercialized it is still nice to put one day aside to celebrate with the one you love.  It only takes  a nice word, a homemade card, flowers from the garden, or perhaps  a home cooked meal to insure the one you love knows how you feel.

Maybe you are one who has that special card bought a week or two ago, flowers on order from the florist, a gift bought and wrapped, or a romantic meal booked.  

Whatever you do will be right for you. Maybe just time out together will be all that you need.  As it is falling early in the week, many of you might still have work to go to on Valentines Day.  What will you be doing?


Butter is butter, Cheese is cheese, Whats a kiss without a squeeze.

Life is good, Life is great, What you say, We make a date.

Love is in the air this week, embrace it and enjoy.  Happy Valentines Day.