The first thing I notice as Lady and I head away from the village is the lumpy grey sky. A few snowflakes are dancing on the lively wind. Although the thermometer is showing a temperature just above freezing, the wind has given the ground a freeze dried quality. Yesterday afternoon the temperature was similar but the light mud was sufficient for Lady to require her “slippers” on return home. These items of paw wear are my wife’s ingenious solution to chasing muddy trails through the house with a mop.
The winter here lasts so much longer than where I grew up on the east coast of England. There is a bare brownness to early March which lingers until spring takes over and then everything happens too quickly in April. From snowdrops to tulips in a week, trees showing and shedding their blossom, after the long wait there is so little time to take it all in.
March is also a season of wind. Such an important aspect of our lives, it brings so much into our lives, not just the weather and the seasons. Today I feel it will bring rain but it stirs me to think what other aspects of our life are brought as if carried on the wind.
Lady has a more active method of philosophising and is rolling in a patch of lingering snow.
Home for breakfast, no slippers today, girl!
Such is farming.
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