Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree,while the night hatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw;whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
from Frost at midnight, Samuel Coleridge Taylor
This part-poem seems very pertinent today as I sit here looking out at lashing rain accompanied by a goodly wind; I know it will pass, and we can't have spring without winter. Spring is definitely on its way, but I'll take advantage of the wet weather to stay inside and catch up with indoor jobs today; might make a quick sprint to the greenhouse for an inspection, and tend to the beasties, but I think that'll be it! lol
A good day for turning up the stove and baking - ahve an experimental cake in my head again..................