2010 – the year I got bored of snow.
I’m longing for the sticky smell of hiacynths, and to see the daffadowndillys raise their silly yellow dog-heads, instead I get rain, and something that is neither sleet nor rain, but colder and nastier than either. Sucks.
It’s the beginning bluebell season and I haven’t seen a single floret, as children we used to spend March frolicking in ‘bluebell glenn’ an area of the woods that would spend a week carpeted in bluebells.
Roll-on lazy summer days in my mother’s garden.