A wonderful moment occurred on Friday 15th February at 6.32am when I was driving to work in the dark. The sky was clear after weeks of none stop mist, rain and snow. I knew that it was likely and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it. There against a very dark indigo colour sky was the black outline of my favourite tree.
It looks like have both just about made it through the winter. The spring time is our reward for the dreariness of winter. Like the breakfast after a long sleep and a lollipop for being a brave child and getting your injections at the doctor without crying… too much.
In the back garden the daffodils are pushing ever upwards even though there was snow on the ground until last thursday. The buds are appearing on some of the hardier plants and the rhubarb is emerging from its winter hibernation little knowing that my May it will be providing us with some scrumptious desserts.
On some levels the winter has been very kind. Lots of snow but no frozen boiler pipes. Lots of freezing days but only a handful of frozen car windows to de-ice, probably the least ever by at least 75%.
For those who keep tabs on such things, though I finished writing my second book it is still in the editing stage. I have recently started writing on freelance projects, some better paid than others but hopefully together will lead me on the road to literary well-being. All of this though is being overshadowed by something I’m not yet able to talk about but will no doubt be able to reveal in the near future.
If the summer is the weekend of the year, actually quite apt with out short periods of sun and heat then we aren’t at Saturday yet. We’re not even at Friday night but we have just had our lunch on Friday afternoon and can begin to look forward to the joys of spring and the reward of making it through a long week and dark winter.