March is all about . . .

Opening up . . .


After months of enjoying the cosiness of winter, of shutting ourselves away, by March it feels time to start reconnecting. But this year that feeling is stilted. Our walks through the village and out along the lanes bring us only more winter. Snow is heaped in drifts along the wayside, scoured by the wind into miniature landscapes.

I keep my eyes peeled for hares, but no luck. Robins accompany us, flitting along the hedgerows; eyes bright, heads cocked. We glimpse deer, and above us the all-seeing kites soar. Perhaps they are looking out for signs of Spring too.






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