It’s the first day of March, the snow is still clinging to the slopes of Weardale, but boy can you feel the promise of spring around these parts.
Snowdrops are in full bloom. Everywhere, even in fields and on waste ground. Daffodils are preparing to paint the verges cadmium yellow. Hazel catkins are sharing their pollen love. And the birds are singing. And singing. And singing.
This week we have enjoyed some gorgeous daytime sunshine (followed by deep overnight frosts). This unaccustomed warmth tempted at least one bat out to hunt over my garden on the evening of 27 February. February! I’ve never seen a bat out so early (did I say there’s still snow on the hills?).
Holly our border collie puppy heard her first cockerel this morning and decided he needed a canine accompaniment (thanks Holly, I’m sure the neighbours appreciated it).
But the surest sign that spring is in the air is my body clock. For the last few days the alarm clock has been an unnecessary annoyance – something I have to go back upstairs to turn off. This spring fever won’t last, and I’ll soon be sleeping soundly through the dawn chorus, but have no doubts, I promise you that spring is just around the corner.