The river looks like milky coffee, full of snow melt and earth run off. It swishes, swirls, swoops fast past the bottom of the garden. The same southerly wind that has transformed the snow back into water, has breathed the air and earth with gentle warmth. The iron hard ground softening enough to allow the first floral delights to emerge.
Such a transformation – barely 4 days from white to colour at home. And with the snows receeding I feel my spirit lighten. It was a magical time, but Narnias snow only suited the wicked queen, its charm short lived, how quickly we yearn for some warmer sun and springtime growth.