Taking your advice to heart I have written about what is familiar to me; what I know most about. I have written a Nature Diary entry. It is one of the first things I read in the newpaper every day. In the days when I took the Guardian it was always William Condry I enjoyed reading. In the Times it is Derwent May. So here is one possibility for Wednesday's Writers' Meeting. I may well write several more before the day and choose that I like the most. By the very nature of the entry it has to be short - so this one is under three hundred words. What do you think?
Winter pays an unwelcome visit this morning, and - like an uninvited guest who turns up at a party- we try to include it in whatever we are doing and pretend we don't mind.
The blackbird continues to forage on the lawn and in the hedge back for the final touches to the nest; the weeping cherry, whose blossoms are just emerging, looks as though it wishes it had waited for another week; I put on a couple of extra layers and venture out into the garden to replant a stone trough I emptied yesterday.
Just to emphasise its arrival, Winter chooses this moment to throw down a sharp, sleety shower and I hasten indoors, preceded by the black farm cat who does his level best to trip me up and reminds me that he has just eaten a baby rabbit and that eating rabbits is thirsty work. His friend, the cream farm cat, who is far too shy to show himself, waits round the corner to share the saucer of milk they know I will put out.
Once again Spring is on hold. Not for the first time this year the sheep shelter with their new-born lambs up against the stone walls. Once they get a good feed of their mother's milk these hardy fell lambs will stand everything that Winter throws at them now that April is here and it is not long before the lambs can't resist a dash up the field. They run in a flock to the far side, stand a minute and then run back - just for the sheer joy of it.
Yes, Winter has returned and the North wind has picked up - but surely this is its dying gasp - the sun is high and it has some warmth in it and sure as night follows day the Spring will win in the end.