Mornings still may be bleak if not a bit eerie sometimes, but the obvious growth can’t be ignored.

Here dwell in safety,

Here dwell alone,

With a clear stream

and a mossy stone.

~ Spring Quiet, Christina Rossetti ~

These days I feel that those little buds and shoots of snowdrops, hellebores, crocuses & daffodils are the only thread of positiveness that I see .

I wish it were the same with the world affairs of the moment, which just as this month’s weather has brought us some unforgiving and shattering storms.

I love however, as it is with the nature now – that despite the cold and dark and bleakness, there still is some light to turn towards, some warmth to seek and the clichéd kindness to enjoy.

I’m probably just owling a bit right now as I’m writing this at night, one of those when the above – mentioned news keeps me awake.

I immersed myself in the garden work this past week – lawn edging, cleaning the beds and carrying on bringing my tulip tubs out to sunnier spots unwaveringly. It’s a lovely thing to see some sunshine amidst the rainy and misty days. Though, I must admit, I love mist, it makes for nice dreamy photos.

It all gave me some space to gather thoughts. I find it hard to simply switch off; all frustration just put aside for a while, not cornered by far.

And it’s just having done what needs to be done. I don’t intend to “escape” anywhere from it, one just can’t escape the news, perhaps even shouldn’t want to escape but in order to be able to help, rather look up to the manifestation of strength, resilience and the outpour of sense and soundness in others, and the power to “do what needs to be done” that comes from within.