It may be blowy and chilly and grey, but the world is so, so vibrantly green now. And light, well into the evening!

A colleague who had spent half a year in South America (Peru, I believe) said she appreciates spring much more here because it is such a contrast to winter. In Peru, everything was green all the time, so it became nothing special. For her, the grey dark winter months are worth it for the joy of seeing spring arrive. To me it’s more like… you’re getting beaten for half a year and then finally it stops. And yes, I’m glad that the beatings stop, but it’s not like I’d ask to be beaten just to enjoy that moment when it ends. I would absolutely much rather have spring all year round.