Oour blessed early spring carries with it sinister overtones of an early summer. When it is as warm as it is now, the wild-growing horta in the garden grow too quickly to be harvested over the season, thrusting forth their blossoms, a sign that they have lost their tenderness and fine flavour.
The colours of spring are a display of rebirth, as grasses bloom and spread their seed for the following growing season. But spring also hides a short period of poorer times ahead, the insecurity of watching the winter's supplies run out as we wait for the summer season's harvests to come through.
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