Wandering: winter to spring

A couple of weeks ago, I took a twenty minute walk with my two youngest boys. It took two hours. And they were glorious. It's amazing the things you notice and appreciate when moving at a child's pace. We stopped to feel the last of the snow, noted all the yellow flowers (funny that so many of the first blooms should be such a sunny, optimistic colour), talked about new shoots and how they grew, went fungi spotting, and surveyed the first signs of life in the kings of the wood: the trees. There was so much brown and green around, but they were the least dull colours you could see, suffused as they were with such promise and being such cauldrons of life. Be languid on one of your walks one day. Notice everything.