Do you remember the old saying - January snow; February fill-dyke; March wind; April showers; May flowers? (can't remember any more). Well it doesn't seem to be true any more. For some years I kept a rainfall record and drew a graph, and almost without exception February was the driest month.
But the real trouble with February is that we are all 'champing at the bit' for the arrival of Spring and we search the ground for the slightest sign. Yes, the snowdrops have come - in fact they are almost over now -, the aconites are out and the species crocus. Even the more majestic crocus will not be long before they join their cousins in flowering. The hazel catkins are beginning to show pollen. We grasp at these straws and tell ourselves that Spring is just around the corner.
But, sadly, February has that nasty habit of building us up only to knock us flat with a cruel wind, or a fall of sleet or snow, or a period of biting cold. But we must be thankful for every day - and every day brings us nearer to Spring.
Our market today in our little market town was almost a Spring market. The two fruit and vegetable stalls were there, as was the fish stall (has anyone else noticed how astronomical fish is in price these days - although I never begrudge the fishermen going out in all weathers and all seas)? The garden stall had a splendid display of polyanthus in full bloom and there were even a couple of clothing stalls. Best of all, as far as I am concerned, the butcher was there - he cures his own bacon and has the best dry cure rashers I have ever tasted.
After our coffee morning - I couldn't miss that or how else would I keep abreast of the local news - it was home for lunch and then I intended to spend the afternoon printing off my latest cryptic quiz sheet which I| do every month or two for our local nature reserve, to help raise funds. But first I had to find it. I knew it was stored in my computer somewhere but where?
Before I could find it friends arrived and we had a nice chat for an hour. As they departed my son and his wife arrived. He found it for me in minutes (I had spent an hour looking), so it is safe and sound and ready to print off.
But I did have a serious talk with myself about getting to grips with things on the computer which still puzzle me.I am sure I| am not alone in that I can do the things I do regularly but anything new is beyond me. That tells me one thing- I don't really understand the computer at all. Maybe another course in advanced skills is called for if there is such a thing near enough. I must investigate the possibility.