There is no mistaking it, the weather of late has been particuarly wintery.
In Australia, each year on the 1st of September, the population rejoices for Spring has come. On that very day the air smells sweeter, plump and rich with pollen and grasses, the day is warmer and from that moment on and for the months ahead there is not a hint of winteryness to be seen or felt (at least that's how I remember it).
In Britain, the 1st of March comes along and it passes by almost unnoticed but for a sprinkling of blossom on previously barren branches, on the 1st of June what should be the start of Summer also passes by, green but by no means warmer.
And here we are, late March. Technically, almost a full month into Spring. Bitterly cold, blustery and grey. Is it just me or is there something wrong?
For three years we've dreamt of a White Christmas, but never a White Easter. This morning however we woke to a White Easter Sunday. The magical sight of soft snow swirling about in the wind, falling gently to the ground was enough to melt my heart and my resolve against the Great British Weather, at least until the next snow free 7 degree 'Spring' day.
14 years ago
2 comments:
I seem to remember your wedding day on the first of spring as being a little different to the romantic picture that you have just painted. When the heavens opened and the rain bucketed down and we all thought that winter had returned. It was however rain and not snow that we were greeted with, and you were young and in love.
Aww, ain't love just grand!
Oh no, I remember it well. It had been beautifully sunny and warm for the weeks before and on the very day we awoke to a downpour. Absolutely freezing when you have to wear a sleeveless dress.
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