signs of spring
For some weeks now, I’ve had my suspicions that spring was around the corner. It all started when I visited the Botanic Garden in Cambridge and came across a whole large shrub (forgive my ignorance of exactly what sort it was) in blossom, and not only that, but with a heavenly scent of summer and sunshine and flowers! It was the first time I’d smelt such a smell in months and months, and the first time I’d not had to rely on orange blossom perfume to make up for it, and it was all the more welcome for that. I stood with my nose pressed to the branches for longer than was probably dignified.