Little markers

by little red pen

Well, we’ve come a full turn. The snowdrops by the washing line are out, pale heads noodling in the shadows. The tulip leaves are fat and funnel-shaped in the ground. The camellias are in the pink, the rhododendrons a flick of white in the corner of my eye. I’ve made a new work plan, and it’s workshop season. There’s some warmth in the breeze; each day spins a little longer. Short sleeves are on the horizon.

One year on this blog, and we’re back in spring again.