One afternoon during February, from inside the outside looked bright, cheery and tempting. So, we, that’s hubs and me, invited ourselves out for a coffee. There was a noticeable icy breeze, truly icy. It wasn’t too bad once we’d got used to the feel of it. I was glad of the thick jeans I was wearing, (these days, jeans seem to be made with much thinner denim cloth). Together with my hip length padded jacket and a big scarf wrapped round my collar it all worked a treat. Hubs was well wrapped up too.
Crossing a bridge, I saw a tight ‘ruck’ of Snowdrops, the first I had seen this year. They bank onto a river. In another week or so, the whole bank should be carpeted with them.
|Snowdrops From A Previous Year|
We arrived at our destination and found our favourite seating area was free and only one person, the manageress, was at a table. It was an oasis of calm. A lot of people favour the same seating area, and it can be teeming with bodies from whom emanates a very high volume cacophony of sound. A group of teachers is one of the noisiest. Next are parents who allow their little offspring with their metal toys -small cars mostly-to bang them on the glass table tops. The kids love it. This is an efficient way to clear the nook of other customers!
On the way home we wandered up to a farm and bought some fresh eggs, chatted to the shepherdess, who also runs the egg enterprise and does lots of other things in the modern diversified life of farming.
A plop of icy sleet startled me, followed by a few more plops. Then I noticed an unexpected clump of bright yellow in the shelter of closely planted leafless bushes. Crocuses were about to bloom. Could Spring be just around the corner?