Today is the first day of spring, but despite the cluster of purple crocus sprouting up just outside my kitchen door, it doesn’t feel like spring. Still, the calendar insists it is, so I suppose spring has now officially sprung.

I’m kind of anti-spring these days, likely due to the memories leading up to Paul’s spring-time death. But, I am trying to be upbeat and positive. I suppose the positive thing about spring is that it’s just one season away from summer.

And summer is when my new future kicks into high gear as I pack my bags and return to Scotland.

So roll on spring—but roll quickly so that summer can come out to play!