I love the way the days are brighter
I love the way the trees are still naked
I love the crisp fresh feeling you get outside
I love how here and there are still left over leaves from autumn, uncollected by the council and not blown away by the winds
I love how the wind picks up without warning
I love the way people walk round the local park all wrapped up nice and warm in post winter coats
I love the daffodils
I love how people have planted daffodils in parks, in grass verges, roundabouts and where ever the might be soil.
I love the bluebells
I love the snowdrops
I love how the above and the crocuses, tulips and other plants are all starting to poke up out of the soil
The hints of green peeking out of the grey and brown landscape.
I love seeing the freshly ploughed fields on my way into work
I love how I no longer crave treacly things and I now crave chocolate and green fresh things.

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Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks.