The signs of spring’s arrival are visible by the river

Winter really hung on this year. Where I live we had snow at the beginning of March. I wisely proclaimed, to anyone who’d listen, that if March comes in like a lion it will go out like a lamb. Wrong again. It went out with bitter north-westerly winds and rain.

It was quite frustrating. I was behind in the vegetable garden and cancelled a planned trip on the boat— apart from the discomfort of the weather, the river levels were too high to be safe.

Then, at Easter, at the end of the first week in April, it happened. Spring arrived, almost over night.