20th Feb 2007
Dawn rose with wan light sifting through a leaden sky to trace all the day in a grey aura of predictability and then to fall slowly and insignificantly away to night. Come back sunshine and joy for otherwise it is a slow journey through these days.
Still it’s daylight to 6pm and the birds sing at both ends of the day so that raises the spirits and gladdens the heart that spring is creeping ever closer. Small crocus dot the grass like colours on an artist’s palette and the blank canvas of the maestri is now prepared for the yellow base of springs brushstrokes.