At long last, spring appears to be here. All around, there are signs of a delayed mother nature hurriedly obeying her biological imperative. I don’t think I’ve ever seen snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils in bloom at the same time, and I don’t think that their cheery sight has ever really been so welcome to me. It’s been a long, cold winter of cycling, and finally, the darkness is reaching its’ end. I’m now commuting to and from work in daylight and the clocks go forward at the weekend. With the subtle change in green hues on the verges and hedgerows, can summer be far away?
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