On Saturday I refrained from turning on my computer for a whole day as part of shut down day. Instead I decided to grab the camera and go out hunting for signs of spring, which on that particular day still seemed eons away - it was bitterly cold and miserably grey.
I bundled up with hat and gloves and a big winter coat and headed off to the nearby park and I guess most people were either hiding indoors or running around doing errands, because it was almost empty. It was wonderful to wander around the scented garden all alone, noticing all the fresh shoots and bursting buds.
From the park I continued down towards the sea and came across a glorious cherry tree heavy with blossoms. I lay down on the bench beneath the canopy and stared up at the grey sky, watching the branches dance in the wind.
After a walk along the sea I turned back up and crossed a field full of daffodils. I couldn't resist lying down in their midst - careful of course not to crush any - and got almost high from their heady scent. I love the way their heads nod in unison, like they're all grooving to the same music. The daffodil head-bangers...
It was a very quiet and introvert afternoon, and I felt reconnected not just with nature, but with a part of myself. The fact that the weather wasn't very inviting actually made the whole experience more complete, it felt as if I was part of the elements again.
To finish off I went to a little cafe and had a pot of green tea before I went back home. A day spent in the slow lane of life. I felt so carefree and so happy.