The Joyful Almanac - May
May doesn't creep in. It erupts. One evening you're still closing the back door behind you, pulling on an extra layer, thinking soon — and the next you're standing in the garden at half past eight with a glass of something cold, the light still golden over the rooftops, the air warm enough to stay in, and you can't quite remember when it happened. When the shift came.
The Joyful Almanac - April
April doesn't knock.
It just arrives, all blossom and birdsong and the smell of freshly cut grass so intoxicating you stop mid-sentence, close your eyes, and completely forget what you were saying. Which is fine. Whatever it was can wait.
The Joyful Almanac - March
Some dates are invented. Others exist whether we’re here or not.
The first of January turns up because we agreed it should. Fireworks. Resolutions. Slightly aggressive gym memberships. But March? March doesn’t care about our planners. The sun crosses its invisible line in the sky. Day and night stand level for a brief, beautiful moment. The light shifts. The soil warms. The birds absolutely lose their composure.