We've had so much rain in the past few days that I think my feet are more water than flesh. My favourite month is now half-over (give or take a few hours) and it's been Wintry as often as it's been Springy. In the past two weeks, temperatures in our garden have fluctuated by 13 degrees Celsius and we've had snow, frost, high winds, hail, bright sunshine, clouds and downpours all in equal measure.
Stupid climate.
Ted tells me that March will end badly because, according to Norfolk folklore, 'if it enters as a lamb, it'll go out as a lion' and the 1st day of the month was a pleasant one, apparently, so, apparently, the last day will be a bastard. Ted is screaming towards a dementia ward at a fast pace of knots though, so he may have got that all wrong.
Personally, I'm just closing my eyes and pretending it's already Spring. I can hear birds a-twittering, see flowers a-blooming and sense trees thickening of leaves. As long as I don't acknowledge the real world around me, everything is perfectly pleasant!
RC 15-3-23
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