I am not religious (I think), but I do believe in miracles, and one miracle in particular – the one that happens every year without fail, when the dark and the cold give way to light and heat and colours.

It’s when the sun sneaks in through the windows, illuminating the most everyday of objects.

It’s when the long row of lilac shrubs bloom on the other side of the road, so we smell them almost at once after we walk out the door, and the yellow daffodils dot the lawns and flower beds. For some reason, they’re not wanted, the daffodils. When our housing association had its spring dugnad a couple of weeks ago, the beds in front of our door were cleared of daffodils. I took comfort in the fact that they are hardy little guys that will soon be back.

No, it will never cease to amaze me, the power that lies dormant in nature during winter. I hope you’re feeling that power too, if you’re in the northern hemisphere, and if you’re reading this from the southern hemisphere, please be assured that spring will return.

~All the best from Jenny G