Just about every kind of weather has been thrown at us during January this year. Floods, mild spells, snow, high winds - and now the fall out from storm Jonas in the US.
It's funny how our hopes are raised, only to be dashed. I suspect it has always been thus in January. We come out of the Christmas period thinking that there are still a good two months of Winter left. Then, suddenly, the sun is out and the temperature rises; the aconites pop through the ground. They are subtle - they have their yellow heads out of the ground, but they don't open their faces to the sun.
Then we get huge downpours, the fields flood, roads are closed, folk are washed out of their homes, and we go around saying that Winter is back in a big way. Then last week-end it is very mild. The aconites open their little golden faces to the sun and the snowdrops peep through their leaves. Yesterday they made the decision to come fully out and under the Scot's pines there is a white carpet.
And now today there has been heavy rainfall higher up the Dale - two inches in some places on higher ground than here - and even worse in the West of the country where the fall out from Jonas really hits home.
But our Spring flowers are a hardy lot. They have seen it all before. They will continue to cheer us up, whatever the weather.
This morning friends W and C and I went into our favourite cafe for coffee and scones, as usual on a Tuesday. During our coffee the rain began to come through the top of the window and quickly fill the row of cake plates decorating the window cill. And when we came out of the cafe, the wind caught W and I and blew us down the footpath clinging on to one another. We just managed to stay upright.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.