Spring equinox
We made it. Slugging through the cold months, heavy-limbed and chilled to the bone. It felt long, didn't it, our hibernation, our time to charge the battery of the soul. We are ready to emerge from the ashes of winter. The day and night are equal here - our turning point of the year, filling us with hope, and love. Now we might get an excited text from a friend: "It's still light at 6pm!" We book holidays, we plan for weekends spent outside. We think it's warmer than it actually is, and learn the hard way in the shade. Coats go on, off, on, off, on, perhaps staying in a bag, coming out for the day with us because we forget each March that it goes from warm to cold to warm in a flash. Foamy blossom tells us to look up. Magnolias flower ripe and fall fast in fresh winds, a momentary show. Camellias burst with colour. The grasses send their new green shoots upwards. Peonies send crimson fingers up out of the death of last year's stems. The as
