Everything is budding, the earth is reproducing itself once more. Even the ancient plum tree in the garden that we were told to cut down 6 years ago is blossoming. The tree that is older than the houses that surround it.
La vida no es esperar a que pase la tormenta, es aprender a bailar bajo la lluvia
Is that it now? No more trips to the wood yard please. Can we put away the firelighters and the hot water bottles?
And whilst we wait for those in the know to tell us of better times, what do we do? Some may say stay put, count your blessings, hold on till the sun rises again - any day now. Others - even as clouds emerge once more on the horizon -just bloom. Whatever the weather.