At last the day has arrived. There are snow flurries in the mountains to the east, but mainly the clouds sail on bright blue seas and the wind is gentle.
I have scurried around, - put dinner on in the slow cooker, set the bread machine so that in another fifteen minutes it will be groaning and whining as it takes over kneading duties. The bed is made, the dishwasher stacked, and I'm off with wheelbarrow, shears and rake and hoe to lay waste to the fall debris in the garden and make a general inspection of any greenery that might be approaching the surface to unfurl its verdant banner.
The year we moved to town from the farm we planted potatoes in our lovely riverside garden, ( the one with the deep black loam, and room for a pony) on the 4th of March, but this is a different spring and today is a little jewel glowing in a stormy setting, - gradually milding temperature but rain and snow flurries all around for the rest of the week as Old Man Winter huffs and puffs his way out of the valley, reluctant to leave and throwing little tantrums all the while.
I'm off! Delighted and stoked with energy.....