Yesterday was the first official day of Spring, known as the vernal equinox, so I am told by some departing guests. The light and the dark are in balance and from now on the daylight hours will be longer than the hours of darkness. I believe it the point at which growth is given the longer light to push up its vibrant green shoots and everything moves towards the hope and promise of a more peaceful season. However, for only the second time this winter, it began to snow just before dusk and as I drove a friend to catch the overnight train to London, we gazed upon a winter wonderland of birch trees whose twigs, rather than the vibrant cobalt purple normal in March as they are full of rising sap, were picked out in snow, making a tracery of twigs against a white sea and even whiter sky.
Usually when it snows, Norrie and I rush out and bicker about whose turn it is with the camera as we walk round the garden finding familiar detail in a new aspect, but this evening we were both busy and so an unusual event will have past in the morning unrecorded to share with you.So unusual is snow here in this garden that each time it visits we try to record its fleeting appearance but not this time so you will have to make do with ones we made earlier!
