I watched in despair from our living room window the arrival of snow on Friday evening. Fluffy snowflakes performing a dance of circles in a cruel wind, flickering in and out of the amber-glow cast by a lamp-post. A thick carpet of sparkling snow greeted us the following morning.
Spring is obviously struggling to shake off winter’s firm grip.
The entire weekend was bitterly cold, sleet and light snow dominated the disappearing landscape. However, folk residing towards the North of the UK seem to have been hit the hardest.
No allotment visits, no seed sowing. Spring daffodils shiver in the snow, reluctant to open their buttery flower buds. The Koi have once again retreated to the bottom of the pond, confused by the constant change in temperatures.
Hurtled back into what appears to be a deep winter slumber, there are signs that spring is trying to make herself known if you look closer. Fruit tree buds are beginning to swell, Forsythia covered in tightly rolled buds will soon reveal golden stars against a brilliant spring blue sky.
We’re all dreaming of warmer days to come, the sweet fragrance of spring flowers and fresh-cut grass. Trees ablaze in blossom and the sound of buzzing honey bees.