The sun came out yesterday.
It was such a momentous sight and feeling – that blue sky, the light bringing pizzazz to the flower border and the warmth chilling even the coldest of hearts.
The daffodils seemed to be laughing with joy. The hellebores were positively gloating.
The roses said ‘prune me, prune me!’ and I managed to fill up the garden waste bin with ease.
The dogs chased each other round the garden and then lay, exhausted, on the chippings on the path, Edgar popping up only when he thought I might have a biscuit to share (I didn’t).
And, then, today, we’re back to normal, with grey skies, driving drizzle and worldwide horrors taking centre stage.
It’s the kind of Sunday- in this part of deepest Dorset at least – to listen to the gentle tunes of Cerys Matthews and Guy Garvey on BBC 6 Music.
Ian Dury’s just struck up Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick, which has to be a good sign.
According to the weekly weather forecast, Wednesday’s looking promising.
In the meantime, I’m putting off putting away the winter woollies to make way for the palette of spring, which was one of my jobs today. It just seems too soon.
Anyway, have a great week.
Love, Maddie
Maddie Grigg 