Spring is the season of rebirth, and often the favourite season of many people in England. It’s the time of crocuses and daffodils (know that both like all bulbs are toxic to pets, so let the town council know, when they are trying to plant pet-toxic flowers in dog-friendly parks). It’s a nice season when the weather is not too cold, but not too hot either – t-shirt weather!
The Nature of Spring is a book by nature writer Jim Crumley, on nature’s season of rebirth and rejuvenation. Earth’s northern hemisphere tilts towards the sun, winter yields to intensifying light and warmth, and a wild elemental beauty transforms is Highland landscape and a repertoire of islands including Lindisfarne. However, spring is not the Wordsworthian idyll you would imagine: climate chaos brings unwanted drama to the lives of badger and fox, seal and seabird and raptor, pine marten and sand martin. Jim lays bare the impact of global warming and urges us towards a more daring conservation vision to embrace everything from the mountain treeline to a second spring for the wolf.
According to the Met Office, spring has no official start date. Astronomically it’s 20th March, but can be anytime from 1 March to 31 May. We even get snow in spring sometimes. The added moisture in the air also means our sense of smell is better, which is why spring is so nice, as you start to scent the budding flowers and smell the rainfall showers. People with hayfever usually aren’t so keen, as this is when the pollen starts dropping. Natural navigator Tristan Gooley says seeing daisies is a good first indicator of spring, naturally.
Spring is nature’s way of saying ‘Let’s Party! Robin Williams
In spring, at end of the day, you should smell like dirt. Margaret Atwood
A Poem for Every Spring Day is a gorgeous collection of verse to transport you from the first blossom to Easter. Perfect for reading aloud or under a tree, the peoms include ones by William Wordsworth, Christina Rossetti and Emily Dickinson. Not in the book, but try this for size: The Enkindled Spring by DH Lawrence is one of his poems (if you think he only wrote controversial novels, you’re missing out). One of our best ever poets:
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
Music Break: Here Comes the Sun
Here’s what happens when a Swedish-Argentinian girl grows up with a father who teaches her guitar!