This morning the air brings a whole symphony of floral notes playing on the cool fresh air. It is as if I am smelling it in shades of pinks.
Alt text says this week’s photo is a person holding a cake. I say it is a photo of my lovely mum posing for a photo with her cake to celebrate her birthday. I also say it was an absolute delight to share tea and cake time with her.
The title of today’s blog, or its longer version ‘Spring Forward, Fall Back’, always helps me to remember which way the clocks go when the seasonal change of hour is due. Strange to still need this after all the years of changing the clocks, but it definitely helps me. So many of the regular clocks I look at change themselves these days so it is often a surprise to see those that don’t. I confess I rely on my wife to change the oven clock, but am at least proficient in remembering which button to press in the car to bring up the clock change display! I do like waking up and seeing that my phone tells me the actual time, and that I don’t have to physically watch that hour tick away.
I love the way this change welcomes in spring and I also love ‘gaining the hour back’ in the autumn. In the autumn I like deciding what to use that extra hour for, and realise now that I have often thought of the spring change as a bit of lost sleep! This might be why I decided to change my alarm by half an hour on a couple of occasions this week. Perhaps I was subconsciously banking the hour in advance.
Making sure I positively framed the change of clocks this season I set my alarm for the usual waking up time, resisted the temptation to hit snooze, and got straight into the shower. My mum and I agreed that this was a good way of springing forward into the new day since the change of hour was going to happen whatever we thought of it! (And yes I chuckled at the fact that I still need to have this same approach to getting up on days when the clocks don’t change and that sometimes I still sneak in a snooze or two.)
Imagine my delight too when on clock change day there was time for a bonus couple of hours with wonderful friends to walk along the seafront before sitting on a bench taking in the sea view whilst catching up with each other’s news.
It seems apt to share The Week the Clocks Change. Here’s to finding the joy in spring as it unfolds its new season...
THE WEEK THE CLOCKS CHANGE
Summer beckons us forward with a smile.
A gentle hypnotic sway to her hips
erases last year’s jellyfish memories.
And in stomachs that have slumbered,
somersaults of love begin to turn again.
And a link to a seemingly younger me (perhaps 10 or so clock changes ago) reading this as one of the first poetry videos I made. I love that I taped the poem onto Kath’s chest and read it on location at The Little Orme...
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