Yes, we have snow. Again.

But not much.

And it brightens up the Monsal Trail, and our village church.

And the sun is out, shining on the ancient stiles and pathways round the village. 

And my Pollyanna approach to the bitter east wind is possible because I am flying off to California on Thursday, where there may be rain (as it’s spring) but there sure as hell won’t be snow. Forgive my smugness:I really need a break.

update: the snow was horizontal this afternoon. I hate the stuff.