All my recent posts about welfare benefits have dragged my down, not helped by the everyday rain. It seems like I have chosen the driest subject to talk about in the wettest spring I can remember. It all makes for gloomy reading.
Only a few primroses brave the cold and damp, stepping out into the wet washes of endless drizzle. Greatful thanks to them for briefly raising my spirits. The rain clouds don’t lift for long determined to make this “ a long cold lonely winter”.
I need a Spring break. So do my daffodils. For weeks now they have kept their heads down, sheltering from the rain.
Now the daffodils are fed up waiting and have decided to start the Spring song “Here comes the sun”😀