The sun blazed out of a bright blue sky. I say blazed but
actually there wasn’t a huge amount of heat in it ... but it was glorious
nonetheless. Felicity and I headed for the park and joined the other
preschoolers and grandparents on the seesaw and the swings. As we headed home,
the path parallels the River Don and the detritus and mess left by recent
flooding is strewn randomly around.
Through the mess, though, the snowdrops have emerged and now
bob their delicate heads in the light breeze. The snowdrops don’t have strong
stems nor helmeted heads; they are fragile and demure. Yet drawn by the season
and the sun, they are up.
If they had appeared too soon, the raging floodwaters would
have destroyed the wee plants. But now, after the storm, they have appeared in
all their glory.
As I pushed this precious baby through
the spectacular scenery, I was well and truly in the moment. It doesn't
get better than this...
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