So far, so safe

I’m sick of the wind and desperate for Spring to reach Suffolk.

I’ve had enough of staring out of windows and seeing bare branches, I want flowers and buds and birdsong.

We have Dennis battering the Hell out of us. It’s dark, wet and gusty and I’m wishing I was somewhere else in the world. Somewhere bright, dry and still.

What can I do about it, though?

Write haiku…..

Welcome Storm Dennis

I hope you leave our garden

Just as you found it

RC 16-2-20