Life has suddenly become a whole lot more peaceful in the Transit household and DH and I are heaving a big sigh of relief. This morning, five weeks after I first had problems with my hearing and three weeks after I had to postpone a doctor’s appointment because of the snow, I was finally able to get my ears spring-cleaned and the difference is well-nigh miraculous.
Not only have I stopped cupping my ears to follow conversations and TV dialogue, but I’m now asking DH to speak more quietly, rather than begging him to speak up. Radio and TV sound levels are no longer unnaturally (and for DH almost painfully) high and I can again use the phone with ease rather than extreme difficulty. To my joy I’m noticing a multitude of tiny sounds, which I think I may not have heard properly for a long time and even my tinnitus seems less obtrusive, now that I’m no longer straining to hear.
To add to this general sense of well-being, spring hasn't so much sprung up here as exploded. After only 3 or 4 days of warmer weather, the drab fields are covered by a mist of tender green as the grass at last begins to grow again, and the hitherto empty hedgerows are suddenly starred with primroses and celandines. Though the trees are still bare, the first leaf buds are opening on some of the bushes and I think we may even see the blackthorn blossom very soon. Our first brave daffodils have been joined by a flutter of narcissi and, as the last of the drifts rapidly melt in the sun, I think we can finally wave farewell to this long, long winter.
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