.....can Spring be far behind?
Well all the prophets of doom up here in the Yorkshire Dales will take delight in reminding you that one of the worst winters and falls of snow they ever had began on February 2nd. But, without tempting fate, I prefer to think this show of aconites in my front garden, and the sudden rise in temperature over the last twenty four hours, at least heralds a warm spell, even if it doesn't last.
I am hoping it lasts until next week-end when the farmer and I are looking forward to meeting friends for lunch over the tops and down the other side in Ravenstonedale. This involves going over the high part of the Pennines and, of course, it can be pleasant down here at 600feet asl, but up there it can be a very different story.
A friend and I were talking the other day about how awful it must be to live above the Arctic Circle, where it barely gets light at all between November and February. I have only been up there at the other extreme - Midsummer Day - when it barely gets dark, and I wasn't sure I would like that. I suppose it is what we are born to, or at least get used to.
In the meantime, I shall continue to enjoy this warmer week-end and the joy of seeing these aconites out of my sitting room window, particularly if I can, at the same time, sit with a cup of tea and a look at The Times Crossword.