How have you enjoyed the first three weeks of Spring? I’ve already been uplifted by the lighter evenings, warmed by the days when I’ve not needed my fleece layer, made to laugh by the antics of the lambs in the fields, and noticed daffodils lining the verges.
Now I realise that there is a hard core of people who don’t believe Spring has arrived yet, and will be celebrating that milestone on Monday. (These are the same people who begin Summer on Midsummer’s Day.) You can tell who they are — they are the ones with large foam mallets, trying to shoo lambs back into their mothers’ tummies and pummel daffodils into submission in the ground.
I know I’ve been fighting this technicality about four times a year every year for what seems like forever. Frankly if it was about life and death, I’d give in. But it isn’t, so instead I (and the Met Office, I might add) will continue to dig my heels in about it in what I hope is a comic manner. So there.