The last few days the blackthorn blossom has been garlanding the hedgerows with its delicate white flowers which are such a contrast with the jagged spikes on in its branches. So I suppose it is no surprise that along with the blossom we now have snowflakes falling. They fall fitfully as though they themselves are not convinced that it is a time for snow. But it is not yet quite Spring and the Cailleach is still abroad.