Snow drops have already pushed up through the leaf mould, hang their heads in relief that they have joined the world above ground for another year even though it is such a short time they are most welcome..the bright whiteness is stark amongst the sleeping hedgerows and trees where cast off litter spun from car windows dies in depths of awkward misery...yellow arrow heads of the crazy Welsh Daffodil in some places are fit to burst into flower is it a race against time, is spring really that early, surely Uncle Ben snow drifts are some where camped across the horizon...
Winter in this neck of the woods is hard to spit on without it snapping back and bite yer Bum....Sigh...
There was a tinge of sunshine this afternoon which always makes my soul sing out with a gasp of relief....making the road traffic more bareable encased in my tiny red van, it did not last as traffic early evening lurched in unison to the gasp of giant Elephants walking down the highway as the sun dipped behind the high rise...some one asked when am i going to retire from this red saddle, soon is the thought inside my head, alot of rammbling, talking, a touch of frost, a touch of scare as i enter the last quarter of my life is there a touch of the whole nine yards still beneath my feet..a young lady i work with asked if i wanted her to read out the news on her mobile phone this evening, i declined the offer had she wanted to talk about Chocolate Snowmen then perhaps...After all am i not the captain of my ship....So Goeth...