Spring here means the rustle of seed packets as we prepare to sow for vegetable crops to eat throughout the year
and the sweet little innocent flowers are already starting to grow in the garden, pale and springlike.
Last year in spring, when we were walking through the moors, a farmer drove over his fields and dropped off a truckfull of new born lambs. They were all wobbly legs, but they knew they wanted to run and laugh and play.
And spring of course means the sounds of the birds singing their heads off with joy.