It's spring! We are so excited, we wet our plants.

Love that sign! (Well, apart from the missing punctuation. Don't get me started...)

Is it spring? Maybe.

This morning, I had the most beautiful sunny ride out with Poppy, who had spring in her hooves. She was dancing! The trees are all in bud, the grass is coming through that freshest green of all greens, the hedgerows are bejewelled with primroses and wild daffodils.

It was truly sublime.

When I turned Poppy out into her field, I exchanged her winter rug for a lightweight one. This might be a fatal error. If tomorrow is blowing a gale, freezing, sleeting or snowing...

BLAME ME!

March is a month of considerable frustration...

It is so near spring and yet right across the country, the weather is so violent and changeable that outdoor activity in our yards seems light years away.

I've not heard of Thalassa Cruso. I'm not sure if her weather predictions are accurate. I'm hoping March won't be a month of considerable frustration.

I'm thinking it's up to me to make sure it isn't.







To start me off, here's a beautiful March hare, not at all mad.

I love the work of Karen Davis. Here's a link to her Facebook page. I have some postcards from her and I'm going to put them up around my desk to celebrate March.

Now, here's a daffodil!

Today's St. David's Day. He's the patron saint of Wales and the daffodil is his flower. I'm going to buy a HUGE bunch for myself just to say Dydd gwyl Dewi Hapus!

THERE, March isn't frustrating at all. It's rather wonderful.

If you don't like the weather, wait a minute

Or, in this case, if you DO like the weather, wait a minute.

Today is a beautiful, spring-like day, sunny and mild. Some of my daffodils have come into flower.

I did try to warn them not to be so foolhardy but would they listen? They're plainly confused, lulled into a false sense of security by The Weather. I know what's going to happen...

 They will DIE...

"Weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society -- things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed," said E.B.White, better known for writing Charlotte's Web

I think I've used this Oscar Wilde quotation before:

"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

Yup! After yesterday I'm definitely erring on the side of unimaginative. Here is an X-ray of my skull:

Normal service may be resumed at some point...