A Spring Day

It is only the first half of February.  My thirty mile journey along the Cumbrian countryside was full of promises of spring. The sheep were feeding happily in the fields. No sign of lambs yet. The sky was blue flecked with patches of darker blue clouds. I don’t know their names, but they looked like good weather ones. The bushes were sprouting with buds. All a portent of the coming spring.

Then in a garden I saw a large hydranga in full bloom, while looking at the mountains in the distance they were snow-capped. I now have to look at the calendar to know which season we are in.

Carol, an admirer of the countryside.