The skies are blue. The grass is green. The flowers are emerging.
Trees are a shock of loud greens instead of the twigs they have been during the seven month winter.
Colourful clothing is being worn again. Pale sun-starved flesh is getting an airing with mass shorts and t-shirt wearing.
Iced coffee is fashionable. The new ice cream shop in town finally has customers!
Groups of trendy city-workers let their hair down and drink pink champagne from plastic cups on the green.
My neighbours are feeling happy and generous and I get home to freshly baked biscuits on the doorstep.
We greet each other cheerily across the street, welcome each other in for cups of tea or homemade lemonade. The children who annoyed us yesterday suddenly seem sweet and funny.
We even go so far as to say it feels 'too hot'! Older men play golf again, younger men get out their bikes again. The outdoor pools are open again and rammed with kids splashing about on sponge floats, almost hitting everyone else.
We drink more tea as, according the age old adage, it actually cools you down....?!
We eat dinner in the garden. We have barbecues.
We unearth the lawn from the general leafy debris that has gathered for months while we looked sadly out from the back window, not daring to step out. We get excited.
We love England. It's the most wonderful place in the world. There's nowhere else we'd rather be (except when the winter kicks in and we all run away to take holidays elsewhere).
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