It’s March 1. There are snowdrops and crocuses and in the sun has warmth in its rays, it truly does. But it’s bitterly cold – and last night, a fine dusting of snow on the ground followed by a hard frost. There’s a lot to be said for that old Yorkshire saying: ‘Ne’er cast a clout till May be out…’.
The fir trees in this little piece are the female flowers of the alder tree; the male flowers of said tree are, of course, the wonderful wiggly lambs tails that surely signal spring is on its way.