Is it spring now? Are we nearly there yet?
This box full of delight brought to me by mountainear has been keeping my spirits up for a week or two when I have been drinking my cup of tea in the wooden greenhouse. I have kept sticking my nose outside, smelling for spring but it has been so cold only the snowdrops have replied. But today we woke to clear blue skies, a sharp frost down in the valley but up here on the hill the day quickly became one where the you could feel the season on the turn. I went hunting for flowers and found one of my hellebores had burst out of its fat bud while I had my back turned. Tip her head up and look into her face. This morning was spent making bread and sowing seeds in the still chilly greenhouse. This afternoon it was time to lift our own heads up from the list of things to do and get out onto the hills. The catkins are hanging on the hazels. This is a cobnut we planted in our field, shining with spring. Up on the ridge just below Penycloddiau there are s...