Cold Springwitch

It's cold today. Bone-chillingly grey cold, horrid. Why is spring cold so much colder than the winter? I just cannot warm up.

During the past week there seemed to be some fuzziness in my head, I just couldn't get anything going. I felt OK but just lethargic, so I think my mind and body were telling me it was time for a break.

The leaves have sprouted on the trees, they are just unfurling little green buds, it's just a shame it's so cold at present. Another hopeful sign is the amount of birds nesting in the garden, there's a pair of blackbirds in the ivy hedge, a robin nestling in the clematis bush, wrens in the large box hedge, 2 woodpigeons in the tree that overhangs from the street , and sparrows nesting in a secret place I've yet to discover. All this is lovely but I don't wish to disturb them so I have tread very gingerly.
I took a photo of Mrs Blackbird this morning, I want to do a painting of her. It was quite tricky to catch her being still but I managed it. Might even put the photo up on here later.

Oh well, I'm off to make a curry with tamarind and ginger, that should warm me up.