Not weeping

Willow, not weeping,
Pushing through the water's skin,
To greet the weak sun.


A distinct feeling of spring this morning, everything starting to grow again and the birds singing.   However now we are back to rain and howling wind.

Something to talk about though.  It's not cups of tea or flag waving which holds us together as a nation ... it's our common struggle against the vagaries of the British weather.