Height!

Or the lack of it. There are times when being vertically challenged and having a low centre of gravity are a distinct advantage, in these winds I have no lofty aspirations to rise above my modest height for fear of being blown over and bowled along the road or field like some lumpy piece of tumbleweed. I have every sympathy for friends, colleagues and aquaintences who stand head and shoulders above me in this weather, buffeted and battered by this incessant, unseemly weather, albeit it is still only mid-March and not quite yet officially Spring. We’ve been spoilt by the beautifully warm weather we enjoyed in February and now that things have returned to a more seasonal norm we don’t like it, well, I don’t like it! The weatherman tells us that Storm Gareth has receded, moved East, and is now hammering the living daylights out of Northern Europe, what they haven’t mentioned is that his family of siblings is still very much firmly planted over our little corner of the Northern Hemisphere, and it appears may be so for the next few days at least, deep joy.

That said, there are distinct signs that the season’s moving on, there is light in the evening sky and dawn’s welcoming ray’s are ever earlier in the mornings. The gardens and the hedgerows are budding nicely and everywhere there are signs of Spring, the smaller plants and bushes coming out in bloom make for small colourful oases where, for the last few months, we’ve had the less than inspiring, bland, brown, leafless livery to look at. It’s making for a very welcome change of scenery, roll on I say, and not before time, I’m done with the winter, bring me balmier, sunnier, warmer days and be quick about it!