Spring has sprung

This week Spring has definitely sprung. When we went to Barra three weeks ago there were buds on the cherry tree in the front garden and when we came back last Saturday there were still only tiny sprigs of pink blossom on it. But this week the blossom has burst forth in profusion, the tulips at the front doorstep have flowered, the grass has needed cut, and there is a warmth in the air. There are lovely smells like newly cut grass (by James) and the smell of raindrops on warm pavement when I came out of the theatre on Tuesday evening. I have always enjoyed this time of year; new life and the promise of summer ahead. However there is a bittersweet feel to this Spring, my first without Mum. Last year was really hard, I can't write about it yet, in fact even thinking about it makes me feel agitated. But now I feel guilty when I am enjoying the Spring because it feels as if I am enjoying not having the worries I had last year, and of course I would gladly have the worries if it meant I could have Mum too. I miss her and she will always be part of my life. In fact "Spring has sprung" was one of her sayings. I find myself saying so many things that she said. Now I have got myself all unsettled so I'm going to go and read to distract myself - another Mum tradition! Some day I will write about her properly.