"How do I yearn, how do I pine,
For the time of flowers to come"
- Emily Bronte
Spring has arrived and, even though as I type it’s been raining on and off for two days, it has made me happy.
The array of colours found in every garden. The carpet of daisies on the grass. The bees and butterflies whizzing by. The thick, greenness of the trees.
I wrote a l…