Less drizzle, more ice and snow. But as in October’s mirror image, birds fly backwards – to the north. Buds get bigger, instead of drying hard. If you get out into it, it seems less gloomy. You can feel the green undercoat filling in, even under the ice.

We are too quick to agree with the weather of the day, too quick to think we understand the trend, and we start making assumptions. The seasons, no matter how regular, will not be assumed.

Once happy for an early spring, we are now checked, reigned in, forced to turn inward. We were not ready, as much as we might have thought, or hoped. We’re forgetting something. There’s still more to do.