Blackthorn

The blackthorn is out.

Set off this morning with the words of my truelove ringing in my ears.

"Ooh, isn't it warm? You don't need that coat!"

True. It was warm in the back garden at the time. Blue sky gardening.

The wind in the fields made me glad of my coat, as did the first flurry of rain.

The wind grew to gale force and an ever darkening sky suddenly unleashed horizontal rain, quickly turning to stinging stones of ice. Within a minute I was drenched.

I decided not to press on with my planned walk and turned for home.

The sun came out. The wind dropped. My coat and trousers dried [Thanks goretex!] The dog went and stood in a stanky bog.

The blackthorn and pussy-willows bobbed. The wren sang.

Happy Sunday Blipsters!