RISE AND SHINE
While I would hesitate to echo TS Eliot in his description of April as ‘the cruellest month’, it is undeniably true that spring has a particular energy that can feel disruptive. As the days get longer, I find myself waking with the birds, fizzing with adrenalin, and longing to launch into new projects. Suddenly, the warm, sober-hued knits I’ve been wearing seem stodgy and inappropriate, and I want to feel the whisper of light cotton or the cool slither of silk against my skin. My children have learnt, at their cost, not to leave things on the floor at this time of year; I prowl the house with a bin bag, clearing clutter, flinging open windows and tickling stagnant corners with a feather duster until everyone and everything is thoroughly…