Is there anything better than springtime in its fullest? Autumn can tempt us with its myriads of colours and shapes, winter has the charm of its distant never to be obtained beauty just outside of our reach and summer… summer is just overpowering, it holds us in its power and quickly takes full control of our lives. But spring is just the best of best friends, ready to embrace us and tell us that once more everything can be new, fresh and exciting. And so it comes to the time we finally have to address my spring addiction; what better way to do it than to show you all Oxford in bloom?
I know, I know I am yet again late to the party. But as much as I enjoy the first breaths of spring air, as infatuated as I get with its first days, it is not until May that I start to appreciate spring in its fullest. I leave my house behind, together with my indoors, grown up, responsible life and don’t come back until the summer heat scares me away. Spring takes priority over… pretty much everything.
All springs begin in this way, from those enormous and astounding horoscopes, each beyond the scale of a single season of the year. And in each one—be it nevermore said, let me say it here—there is everything: endless processions and demonstrations, revolutions and barricades. And through them all at a certain moment, the hot wind of remembrance blows, that boundlessness of sadness and intoxication seeking in vain its counterpart in reality. – Bruno Schulz, Spring
The fantastic thing about Oxford in bloom is just how rural one can feel in this, at the end of the day, academic and very much civilized town. Just a simple stroll off the main road and away from the land of glorious architecture we enter the land of glorious wildlife. And water, there is just so much water! As someone who grew up by the seaside I struggle with inland living; but Oxford offers so many canals and ponds and even the Thames itself that I feel just a little bit more at home right away.