We walk a few kilometers along winding residential roads with flowering shrubs, trees and cozy houses, and soon we are down by the lake. This is years and a few lock downs since I last was here, and I’m completely overwhelmed by the thoughts of all the fun and strenuous experiences that have piled up over the years. It is cold and windy. The weather is very changeable and the rain showers violent. Still, we meet people who are out and about. Soon it is pouring down with hail and heavy rain, and we hurry to shelter under some large oak trees. Another awesome moment where nature sets the agenda ⛈️😊
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.