Flood guilt...

My mother and I are suffering from "flood guilt" this year. We scarcely dare discuss the weather. People who ring us up from far-off deluged counties ask in kindly tones, "Are we all right?" and "How are we coping with the floods?" and we hardly like to say that we haven't had any; well - any to speak of. The swooping bend out of the village gets quite puddlesome at times, and the fields down by the river have become part of the river, but compared to the South West, it's nothing. Even our railways are still intact.

According to the weather on Candlemas this year, winter should not be over for another month or more, but the proverb may not hold true this year - for yesterday the sun was warm! Admittedly, the air was still cold (and sitting outside without a hat has left me with a cold), but you can't have everything. And it wasn't raining! Actually, it felt a bit strange - blue sky, warm sun, no rain - was this some kind of alternate universe?
But who knows what the weather, in its wisdom (?!), will decide to do over the next few weeks. It could deluge us with snow storms yet...

the snowdrops and aconites catch some sun...