According to my old friend Dancing Beastie, spring is sprung. Another old friend,
Sian, of Life on a Small Island, concurs with her opinion.
Bear in mind that both these blogs hail from north of the Border and, very unusually,
Scotland has on the whole had a much milder winter than the rest of the . When was the last time, I wonder, that daffodils came out earlier on Orkney than in the land of Saint David himself? UK
But now it’s official. Here on the Welsh hilltop that the Transit family call home (that is, when they stop all this moving about) spring has finally arrived. There are primroses in the hedgerows up the hill from the village and even one or two in our very exposed back garden. The birds are working themselves into a frenzy of nest-building and even I, as you know, have been spring-cleaning.
Best of all, for all of us who prefer light to darkness, the days are rapidly getting longer and today, according to the BBC weather page, sunset here won’t be until 6pm. Oh, we may still get snow if we’re unlucky, and certainly frost won’t disappear for months yet. Nevertheless, winter is over, new life is springing up everywhere and I think that calls for a little music, courtesy of a clip I was treated to recently on a new friend’s blog from Some Other Mountain. Thanks, Molly.
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