Every day now I notice change. Every morning it is lighter, every evening it gets darker later. It seems wrong to be turning off my computer and ending my day before it is dark, though it is now well past 6 pm before night falls. Every day I hear the tui singing happily, see more flowers and blossoms on my drive, notice the new growth on the trees through the skylight directly above my desk, notice the fern fronds unfurling even further in my neighbours’ gardens.
And every day I look out to our oak tree, the only tree on our property that really recognises the seasons. Its branches, so bare during winter, are tipped with green; new leaves, that vibrant spring green, appeared about a week or two ago, and every day they are more here, announcing their arrival, making their presence felt, banishing winter.