The saying goes that if March comes in like a lion it goes out like a lamb and that has been certainly true this year . After a shockingly depressing wet winter and early spring ,down in Devon we are now bathed in glorious sunshine with warm winds from the south which I hope will bring the industrious house martins and swallows back to our eaves and barns .
The hedgerows are awash with primroses still although the wild daffodils have faded away . The mauves of ragged robin and campion are emerging along with cow parsley and stitchwort all set against budding hedges and the foxgloves won’t be far behind .
High above me I can watch the buzzards wheeling in the thermals carrying out their ritualistic mating dance . Ever soaring skywards and then swooping across the horizon to some hidden destination . Today on my allocated exercise hour I heard skylarks ,heard but not seen perhaps my eyes are not what they were , but what a song .
All this against the reality of what we are all facing ,it seems so unreal . Silverton , where I live ,seems no different to how it has always been , maybe a few more families out walking . The village shop has a sign saying “ only 5 in at a time “ I have never seen more than five ever . I walk up the Main Street and pass maybe one or two people ,that’s normal too. I suppose the pub is shut and there are less background sounds and no vapour trails in the sky but overall it seems just the same. Yet outside is in turmoil.
Stay safe my friends , let’s hope this terrible time will pass but one can be sure of one thing , nature will continue to dress her seasons regardless .
Love Georgepa
For Christians, some possible comfort and answers
I hope I can figure anything to make my father awake he is sleeping nearly all the day!
Anger issues 
