It’s a late postcard this week. Half Term has allowed for a lot of much-needed sleep, reading and recuperation. The weather has been pretty wild – a mix of high winds, relentless but gentle rain and the odd moment of watery sun. It is a metaphor for my work life right now.
This picture of a misty morning walk popped up from one of my friends over the last few days; it also speaks to me. A little bleak but there is a clearly defined, if very muddy and slippery path and when the sun does eventually break through, it will be a glorious day.
The garden tidy up has begun. I always keep the borders protected by leaves from our trees over winter and leave places for wildlife during the worst of the weather. Small bunches of tete a tete daffs nod their heads near the kitchen door. Grape hyacinths and primroses sprinkle the ground under our ancient hazel; the snowdrops are dying back heralding the start of spring. I can see the bluebells burgeoning and we’ll have a good crop of wild garlic under the hedge this year. I no longer have a greenhouse and so seed sowing will have to wait for a few weeks.
Whatever the weather, there’s always hope in the garden and with lighter evenings we’ll have time to absorb its positivity.