Today the first day of Spring here in New Zealand and par for the course - it's cold and rainy. In the US they have a saying: April showers bring May flowers. But here in New Zealand the seasons are six months out and "September cold, heavy rain brings October blossoms" just doesn't quite have the same poetic grace.
Having said that, though; with all the lambs that are alternately bouncing Tigger-like around the paddocks or snuggled up next to their mums, nature is definitely feeling the Earth's progression around our Sun.
Since Steve and I moved into our new home, the only birds we've had around here were tui, magpies, blackbirds and the occasional finches. Don't get me wrong - I love hearing these birds again after all this time and there's something quite cheerful about the magpie's dawn chorus, but I was starting to think no other songbirds ventured into this neck of the woods.
There's also a local wild cock-pheasant who regularly struts confidently across the driveway and disappears into the garden, in full view of my office window. However, no stretch of the imagination could claim that squawk to be a song. Last week a couple of grey warblers took up residence, bringing their joyous post-rain song to our valley. I've enjoyed hearing them call to each other, filling the tree tops with their high cascading trill.
But today, while I took a break from working on the 2015 Dog Calendar and put the finishing touches on the photo above and began to write this post, the first thrush of the season announced his arrival into the neighbourhood, singing gloriously in spite of the chilly rain.
And suddenly my day is all the warmer for his presence. It's great to be home.