Friday April 4, 2008
There are daffodils still on the road to the Quantocks. Rather tired now, bleached and battered by wind and sun, and traffic-dusted, too.
It’ll not be long before they are memories once more, waiting for another Spring to waken them.
I shall be in my seventieth year then. Quite a solemn thought, that, if I let it be.
This is not a day for solemn thoughts, though. It’s a day for sitting in the sun one more time before the next cold snap descends on us tomorrow.
We had lunch in the garden yesterday, first time this year. The sun beat down on my chest and I could feel my winter cough withering away once more. Not, thanks be, that it’s been much of a winter cough this year. Each year I spend tobacco-free my winter cough grows increasingly less troublesome.
Might sound strange but I’d miss it if it went away completely. Been a good friend, has my winter cough.