Reluctant as I am to add to the general throng, I have to admit it’s true. Those bursting buds and flowering blossoms awaken deep instincts in us to emerge from winter hibernation, dust everything down and begin anew.
Here in the UK, the daffodils are ablaze in every garden and roadside, trumpeting the arrival of the new cycle of seasons. You’d have to be pretty depressed not to be affected and impressed.
Snowdrops are white and cute, crocuses are multi-coloured and vibrant, but daffodils are to the garden what giraffes are to the animal world, with their long stalked heads and their eccentric design, bursting with the yellowest of yellows. They really get your attention. And they’re such an uplifting sight after a long, grey winter.
They’re bright, they’re perky, and they embody everything you can be too if you sweep through your home cleaning, dusting and clutter clearing with glee. It’s easier at this time of year than at any other, when the whole impulse of nature is with you.
Copyright © Karen Kingston 2012