No doubt April will turn out to be the warmest April since thermometers were invented, like March.
Leaving for the leisure pool a pale full moon is rising above the wood as the sun's rays come low over the green field of spring barley. Clouds, recently, seem to be a thing of the past.
At the top of the hill the town below seems like another town in an imaginary country, the sky glowing slightly red above the distant hills, somehow portentous.
This beautiful, dry weather doesn't seem natural, it makes you wonder if maybe we're all going to die soon?
Like the calm before a storm.
3 comments:
aw you really cheer me up ;) Thanks for that, Ruth
What's more, I still have no leaves on my Elm tree in the back garden. That's a worry. Maybe the tree knows something we don't know.
There is certainly an imminent political storm.
Labour would have us believe that the current good weather was all their doing as a last ditch vote grabber.
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