As a kid, I used to like winter. The 2 weeks off school, galavanting in the snow, being able to ignore the cold that is somehow not felt by children, and the seasonal celebrations. As a teenager, I kind of liked the depressingness of it all, in a typical teenage fashion.
As an adult, and in particular a Mother, I despise the winter. It is always cold. Gloves, scarves and plenty of warm jumpers need to be acquired. The central heating needs to be on constantly. Theres no “free” fun to be had, unless you like wrapping up in 3 layers of clothes to go to the park. Its bloody expensive, thats why. Not to mention the lack of sunshine which makes me feel like going into hibernation until its all over.
I love the start of spring, that kickstart feeling as the cold, dark cloud lifts and everything feels lighter, brighter and more promising. I suddenly feel motivated to do not only the housework, but also the decorating, the gardening and all those little jobs which have built up over the past months. I have daffodils on my kitchen table. I can go out wearing a light jacket instead of drowned by a huge fur coat. Lambs are being born (not that I witness this, but the knowledge that it is happening lifts my spirits). Primark is selling shorts and sandals again!
Spring makes me feel fantastic, optimistic and more alive.