Today was a great day. On this you will have to trust me. I can’t back this statement up with hard facts; there were no specific events I could relate to convince you of this greatness, to make you sigh “aah I understand” or “how I wish I was there with you”. I didn’t uncover an ancient hoard of golden artifacts, George Clooney didn’t get a puncture just outside the garden gates, the “Free Pasties for All” bus didn’t make a diversion through Lee. There was however something in the air, an optimism, a calm intent, a wholeness; perhaps it was spring. The Early Harvest tulips felt the same, laying open their souls to the sun, basking in the warmth. Next week, or even tomorrow, I may well bemoan the cruelty of the season, but today I am relishing its greatness.