A Border Spring

A Border Spring is always a mixed bag of weather. From day to day, hour to hour, the weather changes. A Barratts liquorice allsorts box of of weather. A meteorological Woolworths Pick and Mix. This Spring is no exception. Yesterday, the day began steel grey and still. Snowflakes, some of the largest I’ve seen for years, began falling gently, with not a breath of wind. In no time we had a covering of an inch. It turned to rain; sheets of the stuff, and the lanes filled with rushing streams and rivulets. By lunchtime all this had cleared to bright blue skies, warm sun and sharp clear air. A strong wind got up during the afternoon and rattled the windows and fences for a couple of hours. By evening, the greyness had returned, and night fell. All seasons in one day.