What? caw the rooks as they sail over at half past seven after a week of dark mornings. "you must be mad", they say in their language as they sail over in the distance, easy to spot in the apricot sky of early morning. Free and joyous to be so carefree - too early to start "sticking" to mend last year's nest or to even think about it, no heavy rain like the last week. no ghastly wind to battle against; 'sufficient unto the day' is what they would say if we could speak the same language'.
No. let's face it - the central heating has switched itself off and the sunshine is pouring through my window - but on January 2nd nobody is daft enough to say Spring is in the air. I might have a snow drop or two out and any day now Si is going to post the glorious aconites he posts every year - but neither flower shouts Spring - more 'yes we know its cold and there could easily be snow to come but we remember the phrase - 'if Winter comes can Spring be far behind? It is bred into the bulbs!
So let us enjoy each day we get like this and - hopefully - there will be enough of them to carry us through.