This is the night of the year when we lose an hour as “Summertime” becomes official so I have just turned all the clocks forward. Then I looked back to my post on 1 April last year and realised with a jolt just how different the world looks this year: nothing blooming in the garden except the winter jasmine, which has steadfastly defied all that the weather demons can throw at it, and a lonely miniature daffodil with 2 blooms, that was buried under the snow till I dug it out. At that point it sprang back upright and I would swear it shook its head like a little lion and smiled at me … or am I carrying symbolism too far?
Anyway, it’s all a far cry from last year. It makes me realise that even the recent past is a foreign country as I carelessly mix my metaphors. But it does cheer me to think that all those flowers I photographed last year are still there underneath their white blanket and just waiting for the spring to get here.
Maybe this year’s weather is an April Fool’s joke – somebody up there may be rolling around with laughter at the sight of us winding our clocks on and claiming it’s Summertime, whilst turning up the heating!
I’m not a great lover of practical jokes – I’ve seen too many go wrong and too many people hurt by unthinking cruelty – so I wasn’t going to talk about April Fool’s Day again, but one of the blogs I follow came up with this, truly deserving of passing on to the rest of you, and Wikipedia naturally has some diverting trivia on the subject
In the meantime, while you are reflecting on tricks you might like to play on unsuspecting pals, I wish you a happy and blessed Easter.