I always think February is a hard month, shorter than the others and generally fairly grey and murky. As I write this the garden is under a pall of mist and it has felt a misty murky sort of month.
So I look at the glister of green at the tips of the branches and I smile. A smile this particular February feels a rare thing so I am embrace my favourite saying 'enjoy the little things' and smile again. The quince brothers are telling me that there is progress, that life will return and all will be well. I raise my head to the sky and breathe deeply. All will be well.
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Stay safe all and be kind.