At the risk of sounding like a stuck record – t’was another rainy day. We had a brief interlude when sky turned blue and the sun shone brightly. The snowdrops have poured over the garden, sadly they are almost over; now the daffodils are about to break. New leaf and blossom point to Spring.  “Be patient” I tell myself, surely the weather will change soon… (Interestingly “patient” comes from the Old French and Latin roots meaning suffering).

Seems a life-time away when we stood in our African home, watching the storms over the mountains, smelling the rain, looking at the dry, dusty ground and longing for rain. When it came it was so welcome, overnight the ground clothed itself with new green…

 

 

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