Springy

There is a strange sense of 'give' in the air today. Standing at the train station wasn't like being whipped around the face for once, and everywhere there seem to be tulips and hyacinths and suddenly magnolia trees as extravagant as wedding dresses. Snow is forecast for Sunday, but perhaps at last spring is on its way...

I have been listening obsessively to P J Harvey, whose otherworldy pagan carolling seems to fit the underground rumblings.