The official first day of spring was a couple of days ago now. According to the weather reporters, it was three whole weeks ago. And yet winter keeps on keeping on.
The forecast for overnight and today was terrible - four inches of snow, strong winds, blizzards on the hills, even the motorways struggling to cope, let alone the ordinary roads. In the event, it isn't quite as bad as predicted... or at least, not yet; but it's not exactly pleasant. It's been snowing since the early hours, and has settled in parts. Some of the high-level routes in the county are already closed. It's blowing a gale which is sweeping the fallen snow into drifts. And it's 1 degree celcius. At the end of March. (As a useful comparison, a year ago the temperatures got up to 20 degrees.)
As I type the snow is intensifying and starting to settle more. I've got a feeling that before it gets better it's going to get much, much worse. Luckily the house is warm and I've got enough food in to survive for several days, even if the town gets cut off. It would be nice to see even a glimmer of sun, though, or go outdoors without seven layers of clothing and heavy boots. It would be nice if spring were just, well, spring.
Even my daffodils have got snow on their heads!