The morning was slate grey, the rain a constant companion as I walked gingerly around the garden, avoiding puddles and slippery pavers. Water dripped off every branch and leaf. I was briefly saddened to see the geraniums had been pulled out, but knew that I had to trust the gardener.
A sodden day. And yet - there were the snowdrops glowing in the grey. Tiny pink flowers like lamps in the gloom.
A sodden day. And yet - there were the snowdrops glowing in the grey. Tiny pink flowers like lamps in the gloom.
Everywhere I looked green bulbs were pushing through the wet earth, vibrant with life.
