Spring

I always see Easter as a time for new beginnings. The winter months have been long and we are into April, although there are flood warnings today, I still feel Spring in the air. It brings with it a new beginning, a new lease of life. I am as predictable as the seasons. 

When the hour moves forward, the days stretch out, I come alive. 

The dark days and nights of the winter months are difficult for me. Motivation is practically zilch, the purpose of my life is nowhere to be seen. I mainly hibernate with the hedgehogs. Now wouldn't that be nice, to curl up with the hedgehogs, hide away from the dark winter and wake up when all of nature begins its new cycle. 

The signs of spring are slow to appear this year. But I have seen it, and that encourages the smile within me. 

My depression doesn't limit itself to winter but I have a good relationship with spring. It helps a lot. 

These daffodils that my sister gave me are a reminder of the love I have for spring, the yellow of the petals are the sunshine that light my life.