This is how I measure the passing of time at the start of the year.
It starts with the small, pale herald of the start of spring.
Then the burst of colour close to the ground and a frustrating hunt to catch them at their best.
Next the roadsides turn to gold and gardens sprout mini me lookalikes.
The trees join in swathed in white and pink.
Lastly the ground is turned blue and woods sit in little islands of colour. In gardens confusion starts with blue white and pink vying for notice.