Change

Last week I was sitting having my first breakfast of the year outside. The sun was warm and the air full of the promise of spring. Even though it is a town garden, a squirrel was running around on the grass and birds were flashing in and out of the bushes.

Today it is blowing a hoolie, as we say in Scotland. Every few minutes rain flies across the sun and dark clouds bank ominously. Then in the next moment the winds snatch them away leaving droplets of water on every branch dazzling like crystals.

Both are the faces of spring and there is an exhilaration in the madcap pace of the weather changes. It is impossible to resist the force of change when it feels as wonderful as this.