22nd April. Should be green and balmy, blossom bursting, bees a-buzz, lambs leaping, ad inf. Is it?
Is it diddley.
Here was the weather on my birthday, two days ago. The morning’s offering of snow having melted, this was the next white dump on its way.
And here we are this morning, back to winter clothes. Bees and birds are back by their firesides, blossom is struggling to get back into its shell, lambs are shuddering with cold and the cats are snoring by the blazing fire in my study.
Spring – WHERE ARE YOU?