The wind is growling and threatening to throw its weight around here on the lane  and while it’s mild at the moment the cold catches my lips. It will be colder and probably snowy soon.

A battered little yellow lesser Celandine flower points me to new spikes of snowdrops, hidden beneath the leaf litter among the trees on the lane. They have been growing in the dark days and will flower when the new bright light of a clearer year appears.