The collar doves are mewing in the high trees. Daffodils are like garlands along the verges of the canal, yellow, white and blue crocuses colour the parks, and the sheltered stone-walled city gardens are bright with snowdrops and primula. Green stems of tulips push up from the earth and each day as I pass, I see they have swollen a little more. The rhododendrons are fat with buds. Soon the bluebells will come into their glory and then the delicate lily-of-the-valley.
All above, that unmistakable and wondrous northern light fills the vast vault of the skies.
CJM
Edinburgh, March 2012
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