Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Winter seems to have gone on for ever this year. This afternoon I went for a walk down the lane along by the old mill.
The grass is bleached and brittle. But on one patch of ground where the stones are piled up in mounds, here and there a peppering of coltsfoot have spread out and flowered against the odds.
And on the bank alongside the road, clumps of primroses and the tiny white flowers of wild strawberry in bloom, defiant against the weather.
And then, tossed amongst it was an empty plastic water bottle and sweet wrappers.
And this ......
I felt so ANGRY with the person(s) who'd dropped it all. Now I just feel sad.