A concatenation of Jackdaws and Pheasants barking loudly as dusk comes on. Wild garlic as lush as ever and flowers appearing. Worcesterberries breaking bud. I feel it’s going to be a good year. So after all the forecasts of snow death and destruction 12 degrees again today. Might be a frost tonight- but who can we believe any more? Certainly not the Met Office.
Indoors the Clivia are breaking bud. As ever the warmth of human friends renews hope. May your heart be strong. Just keep on keeping on and each day add one person to the movement for renewal.
