Signs of Spring (from the Quillcards Blog)
When will Spring come?
When will the nights pull back and the days start to get longer?
When will we see the sun?
When will the grey, grey days go away?
When will the wind stop?
When will we be able to walk out without layers of clothing, without thinking of the struggle to get to the post office, to the shops, to the bus?
We've had almost no snow. You can see it on the hills - and you can always see the hills from almost anywhere in Edinburgh, even from the city centre.
But there has been no snow. Just a flurry or two scattered through the winter months. But nothing that has settled.
Snow is an ambivalent creature. It's all white and welcoming, but then it turns to slush. As pure as the driven slush, as the actress Tallulah Bankhead said of herself.
Of course, in some places (I am thinking of the time I spent in Finland) the air is so dry that the snow settles and remains crisp and white for months.
And apparently the snow was knee deep in Edinburgh for months, just four years ago.
But not this year. So it has been a bit of a slog to reach these lighter evenings and some sunny days. But now the crocuses and the snowdrops are out and the sun is shining.
It is so easy to see how epic poetry and drama arose in human consciousness - the struggle through the dark and the bursting into the light - it's all there with the seasons. It's almost all there with each day in the changeable Edinburgh weather...
CrocusesBut now it is here.
Early signs of Spring are here.
It's a gorgeous day and the sun is here.
Longer days are here.
Crocuses are here:
A Reminder Of SnowSo what is snow like? The scene fades from the memory so quickly I can hardly recall what it looks like or feels like. I have to dig into it to remember it.
The crunch of boots and the sudden 'give' as the crystalline structure loses its fight against my weight and I drop, just a fraction, into the snow.
The tiny highlights as the sun (the sun??) glints off the snow.
The sheer brightness as I look up and out and over the blanket of snow. (Who first described thick snow as a 'blanket', I wonder?)
The snow in this photo here isn't Edinburgh snow.
It is a scene from high on the Yorkshire moors a few winters ago. It's one of the ecard photos from the Landscape category at Quillcards.