It’s been a four seasons day, with rain, lots of it, sunshine, quite a lot of it, frost in the sheltered bits early on this morning, and a scatter of snow or six during the late morning and early afternoon.
“I wonder if I can manage my walk during one of the dry and sunny bits,” I wondered, more to myself than to the world at large.
“You’ll do no such thing. When you get rid of that cough properly we’ll see. Meantime, how’s about a nice cup of tea?”
I sighed, very much to myself, and put the kettle on. Just then it came on to rain again, all shivery and full of March wickedness.
So I contented myself with looking out of the window. One flower is in view and, by using the maximum telephoto setting on my camera, a decent shot of it emerged. That’ll have to do.
Quince blossom
Those who are curious about such things may welcome the information that in Welsh, ‘quince blossom’ is blodau cwins. Not many people know that.
