The Last Day of the Year

The land seems so bleak at this time of year.  Today, as soon as there was a ‘break in the weather’, I took Maud for a long walk over the rain soaked fields.  It takes a feat of imagination to conjure the feel and the colours of spring on this last day of the year.  January and February loom ahead, more dark mornings, short days and long evenings by the fire.  I walk into our woods in search of evidence of spring and I find, barely visible, tightly furled but bravely pushing through the cold earth, the tiny clumps of snowdrops that will carpet these woods with their white, nodding fragility in a few weeks time.  It’s a good day to be reminded to be hopeful for the future.

Wishing all my blog readers a very happy New Year!


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