When daisies red and violets blue
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
And ladies smocks’ all silver white
Do paint the meadow with delight.
~ A birthday card made for a neighbour who is 79 years old today. A mother of four who has been housebound for over a year now, but still is full of smiles and energy. We have wonderful long and sometimes heated conversations, of putting the world to rights. About what we’d do differently if we could do it all over again, about how fast the years fly by, about schools and parenting, immigration and class. We don’t always agree, but it’s great to talk to her.
A springlike picture which does not depict the weather here at the moment… snow again today.
My oh my that north wind doth blow – right in the face in an icy blast. The snowdrops are coming to an end. And the daffodils are finally beginning to flower here in the garden, along with the lungwort and the primulas. But still the bare boughs of the trees holler and sway in that north wind and the woody remains of last years hedgerow growth are still on display. Do you think spring has decided to give 2013 a miss? It surely is time to pack away the gloves, hats and woolly scarves. I am getting very impatient.