Had a warning a few weeks ago that a new occupant was coming. A shift in the weather, a rise of a few degrees. Snowdrops appeared on the ground tucked away or poking through fence posts. But it went away again, only to be replaced by dark sodden clouds; wetness everywhere, which inevitably turns to muck. Dog’s paws and shoes drag it all over the place. I prefer the crisp hard winter’s morning that barely gets anything on one’s sole, but does a lot for one’s soul.
However this morning, change is in the air once more as I write. Back to writing at the same time every morning so it is easier to track. Light is coming in the window, not enough yet to comfortably write by so the lamp is still required, but it is there. Light. It’s a start. Light and the dog walkers were able to see each other this morning. The ground still muddy and damp is drying though, the birds are singing, I can hear them at the front and the back of the house, and the rabbits were still out in force earlier, breakfasting on the grass that surrounds us. Yes spring is fully on the way now, and the clothing may even get lighter yet too.