A Winter’s Day
The endless cycle of the seasons. Here we are, the first day of May 2014, tomorrow. The trees are green now and fresh growth is sprouting along the lanes and byways, and along the river bank there are cattle grazing on the far side; their black and white, clear and sharp against the fresh green of the grass, and there are swallows skimming the water.
In january there was a dank and clammy coldness. Even a slight movement of the air brought an icy chill to the ears and nose. The monochromatic scene fades off into a blue-grey fog. You know where you are with the weather here. It can be over half a year like this. Melancholy is it not?
But now it’s May time……..