The days are continuously glorious, they seem to be finally making up for the misery of the grey winter. Even the night sky is tinged deep blue.
Waking up in the mornings is exciting when there's a world out there coming to life. My curtains are too thin, and so I wake up every morning with the sunshine, at around 6am, and I'm not complaining.
It makes me want to dance, run, walk, skip, sing...be outside!
But alas, I must stay still. I have a knee injury, of all things, and it is making me grizzly and frustrated. Somehow my energy is tenfold, now I have no outlet for it.
And then there's studying, of course.
(coordinating my squash with the colour of my mug is becoming a new joy in life)
So what a wonderous thing it is that we are able to bring the spring indoors; to smell the fresh outside while working, eating breakfast, blogging and all other still, indoors activities!
I'd forgotten how amazing daffodils smell! I wonder if I forget every year once the season is over, and this treat lies in wait for me come the following spring. I hope I forget again this year. I'm becoming very fond of their yellow open mouths, peering out at me so inquisitively as I work.