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Here, although there are plenty of signs of Spring in the garden (at the last count primula wanda, Jacksnipe daffodils, anemone blanda, aconites, snowdrops, tulips, pulmonaria and lenten roses andwinter jasmine), yesterday was a November in March day with thick fog which was very slow to clear and today is a December in March day with a cold North wind blowing straight down from the Arctic and a chilly sleet falling - commiserations for anyone from Scotland reading this, for I believe you have quite a lot of fresh snow.
I hope to be completely back to normal next week. The Physio has signed me off but told me not to lift anything at all and to do plenty of exercises and the plumber, as a Iwrite, is fitting the shower screen in the new bathroom.
This afternoon ten friends are coming as it is our Poetry afternoon. I have just been choosing what to read and decided, although the weather is awful, to have a Spring theme. Locksley Hall - just the first few verses, as far as the famous line about a young man's fancy lightly turning to thoughts of love (or as we always say - to things he has been thinking about all winter). A John Clare poem about Spring, a section of the Shropshire Lad and finally, my favourite April poem - Browning's Home Thoughts from Abroad. Wish you could join us, I can't tell you how relaxing it is to read out and to listen to poetry all afternoon.
We had a ride out over our local moor at the weekend and I forgot to take my camera - I did wish I had had it with me as they were burning huge stretches of heather on the grouse moors. It was hard to see where we were going but the smell was divine. They burn a section each year to help the heather to rejuvenate - grouse feed mainly on heather. Have you every eaten grouse? I can't bring myself to try it (that applies to pheasant too, one of which is standing outside my window this very moment) but I am told it tastes strongly of heather. I don't mind my honey tasting of heather but I don't fancy a heather-taste with gravy and game chips!
Have a nice day - it is good to be on the mend.