Sitting shivering in my sitting room, trying to light the wood burner but feeling cheered. Although it’s a dull , grey cold day I’ve just come back from a walk and spotted the first signs of spring. Snowdrops! And catkins and even the early shoots of daffodils. This morning the birds were singing, at first light, not a noisy dawn chorus granted but a sort of ‘it’s us again, we’re back,’ type sound.
The weather set me off thinking of poems about spring and art, especially watercolours which are a hobby of mine. I better get out and practice painting those black skeletons of winter trees before ‘they come into leaf like something almost being said.’ But as John Clare said, ‘The spring is coming by many a signs.’ Hurray!