Today has been a Spring day until around half past two when it suddenly became a late Winter's day as the sun began to go down and the blue sky paled. Still, it has been a lovely day and everywhere I look the snowdrops and the crocuses are out. It does make one feel hopeful that it won#t be all that long before it really is Spring even if we do get a bit more winter yet.
I had to take my two grandsons into Northallerton this morning so that they could catch the train up to Glasgow to stay with their sister there for a few days before my grandson returns to China. He has not seen his niece since she was a few weeks old and now she is almost three so he is looking forward to that.
I came home, had a healthy salad lunch and have done little since. It was a Petpals day for Tess so she had a nice long walk in the sun and has come back tired out. Then a friend called and we had a nice chat. Now it is my favourite antiques programme in half an hour, so I shall settle down to watch that.
I noticed this morning when I walked round with Tess first thing that the blackbirds are singing along with the robins and the hazel catkins are beginning to look as though they are at least thinking about bursting. It all does the soul good even if last year we did have that nasty shock of a spell of snow very late - things like that do make one wary of predicting what might happen over the next few weeks. But we have got as far as St Valentine's Day without too much bad weather this year.
The farmer didn#t have a lot of time for Valentine's Day - thought it was all a bit false - but that didnt mean he wasn't a romantic at heart. His flowers that he brought me would mostly be from the farm as he was walking round - bluebells from the wood, a tiny bunch of cowslips from the hedgeback, a handful of haselnuts or a handful of field mushrooms. How I miss all these things.