Two beings have seen me through the worst of these times . A young barn owl that fluttered in the gloom and a magnificent stag that stared me out . Their beauty and sheer indifference to the virus helped .
Those days of gun metal skies and numbing cold. In that persisting gloomy light and ice all you could make out was hope running into the distance with his arse on fire .
The wild things helped - that and any song or piece of music that could make me cry . It was like blood letting .
Today was different.
The alert level has been taken down by the medics . The demise of the virus has been more speedy and significant than they expected .
Under a very blue sky I have seen snowdrops , primroses , catkins and pussy willow .
I have had enough of augury and omens , none of them good .
Instead I look at small green buds and I have to tell you that this years are particularly fine .
Note to self .
Buy lamb for Easter feasting .
Put date in diary to purchase frilly knickers and a new straw hat .
Plan to wear the two for breakfast and then leave one on .
Further note to self .
Buy hat pin .