Oh, spring. You beautiful, beautiful thing. For months I’ve been longing for days like this. Days when it’s light, bright and sunny. Days when everyone has a bit of a spring in their step (oh the cheese… that was actually unintentional).
After long dark and cold evenings, I’m welcoming spring into my life with open arms.
I’ve actually questioned before whether I might have Seasonal Affective Disorder. I notice a definite shift in my mood throughout the spring and summer months, and I really do think it’s because of the light, sunny, breezy, happy days. In the spring and summer, I actually want to go outside. I want to spend time in the garden. I want to walk into Brighton city centre rather than catching the bus or flaking out from going at all. I want to spend evenings out with my friends.
I love that in the springtime, I can go outside with a thin jacket on. And on some days, shock horror, with no jacket at all. I went for a walk on my lunchbreak at work the other day without a jacket. Granted I was wearing a long sleeved top, and my arms were a little cold to start with, but they soon warmed up when I spent time walking in the sun. It was such a welcome break from looking at a computer screen all day. I work in the middle of a forest with very little nearby, so if it’s raining or icy, you ain’t going anywhere my friend.
In the spring, I can walk around the house and garden bare foot without feeling like my feet are getting so cold they might drop off. I LOVE having bare feet, it feels so comforting and, dare I say it for fear of offering a second helping of cheese, at one with nature. (Cringes a little inside). What I mean is, I love the feel of carpet and floorboards under my bare feet. I love being in the garden with bare feet on the grass, feeling the stems under my feet and between my toes.
I can wear dresses. I can wear dresses with bare legs.
Likewise, I love that I can wear pumps in the spring – or anything other than boots, really – shoes that show some skin without regretting it. There’s something about feeling the soft breeze on your skin that feels so good. Yes it can feel a bit nippy in the evenings, but the days are a sign of better things to come.
Even if it is a bit windy, drives in the car and lovely and warm in the sun, which aallllmost makes it feel like summer.
Daffodils (and even bluebells this spring, uncharacteristically) start to pop up in parks, woods and on the kerbsides.
Salads come back on the menu too. As much as I love to pile my plate sky high with a carb fest – because let’s face it, all you want in winter is comfort – I also love being able to eat lighter, cleaner-feeling foods. You don’t feel the need to eat so much when it’s lighter outside. I’m not sure why. Perhaps we are using more energy if we’re walking and spending more time outside rather than curled up on the sofa. It’s a happy change.
I can open windows in the house for longer than 10 minutes and get some lovely fresh air in all the rooms.
My skin can recover! My skin gets so dry in the winter, especially my hands and shins. My shins get so dry and itchy I’ve actually made them bleed from scratching them so much. And in the winter, I’m constantly applying hand cream and using lip balm.
It just feels like every part of your body, mind and physical, recovers in some way in the spring. It’s almost like your whole body sighs with relief and smiles.