After a cold start to the day, several times at school I'd seen the still bare trees outside waking from their long winter sleep and stretching their branches towards the sun. However by the time Lady led me off for our walk in the late afternoon the sky was engulfed in light grey, merging into a navy blue towards the horizon. Despite the feel of cold rain on the wind ,my least favourite weather, when the showers came they were just short flurries of snow.
As we returned from the forest, the trees lining the small road we have to cross had sunk back to their winter forms, now just small stark silhouettes in the fading early evening dusk, just a final snooze before spring's alarm calls.
Such is farming.
4 days ago