Hope springs eternal

I was planning on going down to the plot yesterday on the strength of last night’s weather forecast, not that you can rely on them any more. It said there would be rain spreading in from the west over night, but that it would eventually clear. Well the rain clouds came, but somebody forgot to tell them that they should move on and consequently it was miserably wet all day.

Looking out of the window on to the garden that was now visible after the snow had eventually gone, I thought how forlorn it looked after the battering it had over the past weeks. Even the winter pansies I had planted in the tubs near the front door were struggling.

Then I just spotted what I look forward to seeing every year around this time, the first snowdrops. They were very near flowering and because of the snow, I simply hadn’t been able to see them


What would we do without these little harbingers of spring to lift our spirits in the depths of winter, not long now.