Thick fog this morning. Drizzle and greyness. Winter.
I had to push to get work done at first. But as I got on with jobs, they seemed to become easier, more fun.
By afternoon, the fog had lifted. The sun appeared, and the sky brightened into blue. My heart began to lift.
I can still see my breath, but it’s 5pm and still daylight. I don’t need as many layers of clothing.
Then, in our little grove, in the midst of a stand of trees past the badger setts, are the first snowdrops. Just one patch, with the rest not quite there yet – but those white heads are here again. They made it.
Spring is on the way. We can lift our heads and breathe…
Imbolc blessings, my friends.