With the cold Spring, the local fishermen have had to wait longer to go to sea this year. Now the fish are coming back, the boats are going out. Looking out from the kitchen window, it’s reassuring to see them mooring up again. The push and pull of the marine parking lot.
Views of Rhodes Old Town, next to the Bastion of St. George, as seen from my bedroom this April Thursday morning.
The air is milder, the days little-by-little longer, now, I feel it is but a short hop to Spring. In the morning, I leave for work as the sun comes up, and in the evening, I leave for home just as it sets. Winter is clocking off.
Taken on a spring walk in Rhodes, Greece.
It’s day three of a big freeze here in the UK. In my part of East Anglia, the east wind is currently taking the temperature down to – 12 Celsius and turning the back garden into an unruly snow globe. Powdery snowballs from the trees, dodged by puffed up birds, mingle with fresh snowfall. I filled the bird feeder in the apple tree this morning, for the blue tits (which speed feed before the resident robin can object) and covered the garden table with the remaining seeds for larger birds. Here, we aren’t used to these temperatures even at this time of year, and nor is the wildlife. I hold on to my love of the peace and light the snow bring. I’m hopeful for Spring.