In my mind’s eye the colour of spring is tender: pink and white and violet, and dimpled daffodil yellow; diaphanous blue; soft, lush green; all steeped in warm, lemon honey sunshine. But that is not often the reality of spring, particularly in Christchurch where, in September, the average sunshine hours per day number 5.5.
No, the colour of spring is more nuanced than my mind’s eye would have it. It is frequently overcast with grey,
and dim drizzle, (skip to the end of the video if you are interested in the cherry blossom)
and shaded skies.
But for all that my spring is not mental picture-perfect, I still love it. And I will take it any way it comes.