Hello! A happy spring equinox! We are now as of yesterday at 9.01am into the bright half of the year. Day is already maybe one second longer than night, the grand stretch is heading our way, the birds are singing.
This is our weekly community post in which we share the things that made this week feel like this week of the year. It is a record of the seasons in microcosm. I tell you one little thing I have noticed, and you tell me yours, the odder and more idiosyncratic the better. Did you dust off your sandals this week? Abandon a knitting project for a sewing one? stew some forced rhubarb? Whatever it is, we want to hear.
Here’s mine
Blackthorn spring
Although I am prefacing this with a picture of some blackthorn blossom really this week is all about that spectacular equinox day. What a stunner! What a way to launch out of this endless winter. There have been many a rainy midsummer days, many of these moments in the year that dont quite add up, and make people go ‘do the seasons mean anything anymore…?’ and then a day like yesterday comes along that just shouts SPRING IS HERE. Astonishing. We deserved that. my windows were all open, my washing was on the line, and I suddenly had absolutely no idea what I wear when my primary objective is not to keep warm.
The blackthorn is supposed to bloom during the final cold snap of the winter, hence the term ‘blackthorn winter’, but this year it hasn’t quite got the memo and is bringing us spring like (even…whisper it…summer like?) weather.
That’s it from me, over to you. how did you mark the equinox - by just flinging open the windows and turning your face to the sun or in some other way. And let us know any little things you have noticed that made this week feel like ‘this week in the year’.
Lessons on the field of my country school - bliss! And so freeing for the kids able to do outdoor activities at lunchtime!
First brunch of the year outside - basking in the sunshine! We were at West Dean and the South Downs never looked more beautiful- big woolly South Downs sheep grazing contentedly. Then a gorgeous walk in the dappled sunlit woods, birdsong ringing, foraging 2 big pocketfuls of wild garlic leaves. Made wild garlic pesto when we got home. Enjoying the delicious green scent of my new Ffern perfume with a faint violet echo. Wonderful blackthorn picture Lia!