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Ron Troversial Clay
Guest
It's maybe because of my age, but this winter is getting me down.
Just to go outside is a terrible trial.
Our daffodils nearly came out the other days, but have gone back into hibernation with this latest cold spell. This morning I suffered severe chilblains trying to get that awful white stuff off my car.
I yearn for the mild breezes of spring. The days when the trout start rising on our local reservoir, The lovely warm rain (I never mind the rain), the first buds on the trees, the green grass shooting, that great feeling of renewal, the evenings when I can go out and get a couple of fresh trout after work.
And for a field of golden daffodils; and catkins in the trees; and the unfurling of the bracken in the woods.
Oh how marvellous is springtime, but how far it seems away.
Are you feeling like me?
Just to go outside is a terrible trial.
Our daffodils nearly came out the other days, but have gone back into hibernation with this latest cold spell. This morning I suffered severe chilblains trying to get that awful white stuff off my car.
I yearn for the mild breezes of spring. The days when the trout start rising on our local reservoir, The lovely warm rain (I never mind the rain), the first buds on the trees, the green grass shooting, that great feeling of renewal, the evenings when I can go out and get a couple of fresh trout after work.
And for a field of golden daffodils; and catkins in the trees; and the unfurling of the bracken in the woods.
Oh how marvellous is springtime, but how far it seems away.
Are you feeling like me?