Snowdrop swathe

In between scurrying clouds, driven by winds it was sometimes hard to walk into, the blue sky shone down. I noticed this front garden scene as we wandered out this morning. There's no doubt we're in February now, with swathes of snowdrops heralding the arrival of Imbolc and the first day of spring. But in the same way autumn seemed to extend well into winter, the winds perhaps think we're already in March... Henry, eh... messy enough down here... my thoughts to you oop north.