I like snow. I really do – when it’s in season! But to wake up to a world of white, no matter how lovely each snow-lined branch appears, just doesn’t seem right at the end of March and after Easter! I long for the daffodils – but the crocuses haven’t even appeared yet!
As I lay in bed last night looking at the snowflakes drifting down, the bones in my body ached. My rheumatism caused pain deep inside my bones, arthritis ached in my old joints. My body seemed to be a barometer, pained by this unseasonal weather.
The sun is hidden once again by our drab wintry cloud cover. The dirty snow has been covered up, the dull earth made fresh and pure by the cover of white. But this is wrong, all wrong! We have to suffer through the stages of mud to get to the greenery of spring.
Oh where are the robins today?