Last Saturday dawned brightly; full of sunshine and hope.
All morning taxi-mum jobs were completed quick-smart, and for the first time this year the patio doors were dramatically swept open, inviting the fresh air and the Spring sunshine into our home.
But that wasn't enough.
So I ventured outside, draped in a warm jumper, with cushion, book and knitting in hand, to sit, Outside. In the sunshine.
Our enclosed back garden made the sun feel warmer, so the jumper was discarded and a summer garden chair was unearthed from under it's protective, rain-sodden covering; was dusted off, dressed with aforementioned cushion and promptly pronounced sun-worship-ready.
I sat there feeling the warmth on my face as I calmly knitted. Pretty Cat was naughtily toying with trails of my wool as she lay at my feet, and the air was filled with birdsong, hope and possibilities.
Saturday's sunny day, occurring just one day after a solar eclipse on Spring Equinox Day, heralded the hope and possibility of the summer to come.
Now I'm not totally away with fairies. I know Ireland is a country of many seasons, most happening in one day, and we'll probably see all of them between now and June. Hell, it'll probably be hail-stoning for Easter! And with this report I see I'm not far off with my forecast.
But Saturday was sunny, and warm. I made the most of it and went for a walk, to clear my head and to let my thoughts roam where they will.
As I walked through the wooded part of the park, admiring the sun dancing warmly through willowy branches onto the ground ahead, I appreciated the fact that I was back walking after a two week set-back to my recovery programme.
I thought about all the walks I've missed out on and on the remainder of last year's summer that was stolen from me through injury. I want to get Lost In The Woods again with my Teen Boy, and to go on more hikes! Little did I know when writing that post that it would be one of the last walks I would do with my son, for many months.
I strolled happily on, with determination for a better summer ahead in 2015 and snatching glimpses of shimmering sea as it tantalisingly revealed itself through budding boughs
I then stood marveling at the fact that there I was, standing in a field in County Dublin, capturing a shadowy Sugar Loaf Mountain surrounded with cottony clouds, in a not too distant field in County Wicklow!
The weather has remained mostly sunny since Saturday albeit with some rain showers, but it is getting colder again. The hailstones didn't wait until Easter, they hailed today just before I hit 'publish' on this post! The garden chair is back under it's protective covering, that glistens with early morning frost, and April with it's 'April Showers', and whatever else it has to offer, has yet to descend.
But Saturday was my day of hope and determination for the summer to come.
I will hang on to the thoughts of it's beauty.
After all, Hope does Spring eternal.