I'm trying hard not to take it personally that it snowed today while we were at Riverdale Farm. As this year's voice of meteorological doom in my circle of friends I thought I had prepared myself for a long and Hitchcockian Spring but today did a number on me.
After a spectacular weekend where we actually found some sunscreen to prepare ourselves today's snow was a bit of a downer. Luckily, I've been gaslighted by March before so on the hot sunny days this weekend I went poking through my garden for signs of life.
Delicious creepers old,
The crocuses were out at the Farm
The colour gave me hope. Misguided though it may be.
I am lucky that our house is filled with colour and Squidlet at this time of the year. It can be salve to the burn of the seemingly never ending grey of March.
It's been mostly a lot of fun, but I can tell it's time for me to get out as Jason and I are starting to grate a little bit...