The golden yellow of the first daffodils shooting up always makes me smile. Spring is my favourite season – the sense of new life after the winter, the syrupy scent of blossom perfuming the air. I drink up spring, relishing that first day of the year when it’s warm enough to go outside without my coat.
Many of us will have a favourite season. And while I am definitely a spring-into-summer person, it’s good to remember that each season brings its own joys. I’m drawn to the idea of the Wheel of the Year, which is followed by some modern pagans, but has relevance for us all. It marks eight festivals – called sabbats – throughout the year, celebrating the changing seasons and drawing on the history of these times of the year. These are: