It’s late April. Bar the blooming magnolias, cherry blossoms and daffodils, there hasn’t been quite as much splashes of colour as I’d come to expect at this time of the year. Even many trees are still fairly bare despite the relatively mild weather. It seems the longer I live in Europe, the harder time I have in deciphering the changing season. Or is my memory too kind to the past?

Meanwhile, I am relishing the days that stretch by a few minutes each day. I can stay out longer and later; I no longer leave for, and from, work in the dark. It’s amazing how far this little fact goes in cheering me up. We are also starting to make summer travel plans, which infinitely perks me up, especially after a few months where I mostly stayed put and jogged in the cold. ;)