Today is the vernal equinox. From tomorrow and for the next six months day will beat night in their perennial struggle for supremacy (well, for the Northern Hemisphere anyway). It’s also officially the first day of spring.
Not many people in the UK will be celebrating.
Late February and early March whispered much about the promise of spring. Now we are facing April and that promise feels like a distant dream.
There is nothing unusual about finding lingering snow patches in Weardale until late into spring, but this March has turned from teasing sunlight to bitter, relentless snow. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced snow on the equinox before. Today’s blizzards were not Winter’s fleeting kiss goodbye, but a promise of more to come.
Normally I love snow, but I really want winter to go away now. Come back spring. Please…