Hope in the form of a little white flower

Took myself off for a very muddy eleven miles this morning. I couldn’t believe that a path I had run less than two weeks ago was basically a quagmire. Despite the less than pleasant mud underfoot, it was a delight to be surrounded by little signs of spring. The birds singing was a particular highlight, combined with the sun and the snowdrops. Delightful!

Got home and did everything I could to stay outside: weeding the garden, cleaning all my muddy trainers, cleaning the car. Anything but be inside on a day like today.

Niki came round this evening bearing a crumble and custard and we drank wine and put the world to rights.