12th March 2018

The rain keeps falling. Driving home along flooded roads. The daffodils by the front hedge are still tightly closed.
This year: Falling rain and I cannot see the daffodils.

10th March 2018

This time last year it felt like spring. The air was soft and heavy with warmth, although the nights were frosted with stars and ice. A blackbird filled that tree with music... and mum was still alive

1st March 2018 (Edited 03.04.22)

There is nothing remotely romantic about these driven, windblown, tiny needles of ice,

but I cannot escape their beauty or the assurance of life they give.