It’s yet another grey wet day. I wake to the sound of rain
slashing on the bedroom windows. This winter seems to have been permanently wet
& windy. And the wind has been icy.
We tell ourselves we’re lucky compared to others. We’ve not been
flooded or suffered any other storm damage. It just seems so long & never-ending.
We look out at the garden & see the early flowers – the crocuses,
some golden, some deep purple, the tiny daffs with their golden trumpets, the
last of the snowdrops - & hope that spring will soon be here bringing with
it some sunshine & warmth. We’re feeling the dire need for some of that.
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