Hanging On

Last year's beech leaves are just about to get the push as the buds of this year's growth swell .... 

Down by the Teviot for a walk today, plenty of evidence of the flooding that's now subsided - trees fallen over, knots of withered grass caught in the branches, looking like ready-to-move into nests for upwardly mobile birds. And still plenty of mud.

I think I must construct some sort of routine for our days, otherwise I'll lapse into permanent holiday mood (without the   fun). I set my alarm last night, and even more surprising, got up when it sounded.

Keeping in touch with people has to be a priority, especially those I'm not in regular contact with. That's proving to be a bonus. And  I must do at least half an hour in the garden, unless it's pouring. In which case, the garage needs a very good clearing out. Does anyone know if charity shops are still open and receiving donations. I will have a mountain of stuff for them soon.

No matter what, the spring advances. Hooray.