Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.
People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.
Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.
A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.
n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.
Cherry tree blooms pink, so pink it’s almost punk. Colour splashed across a grey day.
One foot in front of the other. Steady rhythm, pacing out the afternoon. Blackthorn in flower, epitome of hope.
What a day of light to enjoy before this year’s Spring Equinox.
Even before I drew back my bedroom curtains the day sounded sunny. The air was soft. The birdsong sharp. The sound of passing cars subdued.
It has been a delight to get outside and walk on more open ground by the Yare, once again running within its banks after the winter floods. On the lower land beyond its slight embankments are large pools of standing water decorated by gulls, swans and mallards. These small, shallow lakes will take a while to seep into the saturated clay soil.
Norfolk has already passed the point of equinox as today enjoyed twelve hours and eight minutes from sunrise to sunset.
Now to turn up the temperature in this godforsaken Frigidaire of a county!
Above these thick limbs
the canopy frame prepares
to harvest sunlight