Spring is my favourite time of year. Flowers sprout up, a sign that it’s here. Frosty winds begin to depart; I get a happy feeling in my heart. Around every corner, every plant has a story to tell. They turn into snowdrops, crocuses and the joyous bluebell. Time spent inside on a spring day is wasted, when there are exquisite fruits to be picked and tasted.
Spring is a wonderful time for miracles, with lambs detaching from their mothers’ umbilicals. When spring is here, new lives are created; the effort paid off for those creatures that mated. Not only babies experience change, though. The mother and father are new parents – bravo! Spring is a sun-filled nature adventure, the joy from that is pure. We must enjoy it while it lasts, because seasons change so very fast. Spring will end and summer will come, but I can’t wait for next year’s.
Spring is a shining light in my life. It cuts through winter gloom like a butcher’s knife. It whispers a secret message to me: “You’ll make it through the drear this year. You’ll see.” And although those months won’t come for a while, the words still make me smile.
• Read today’s other young country diary, by Woody, 10: ‘There’s a flying hotdog in my garden’