Tread carefully

Although it is only February, it seems like spring is on its way to Bovinia. This means good and bad things. Good - snowdrops. Bad - all the farmers in the vicinity (and there are hordes, believe me) have decided to monitor and rearrange their manure supplies, which involves ferrying it around by the trailer-load from one barn to another, dropping most of it on the road as they go, and stirring it up to produce steaming brown piles everywhere, marring the bucolic idyll and probably covering up half the snowdrops.

I should tread carefully - both literally and metaphorically. Those who know better, i.e. the true Bavarians, are darkly predicting more onslaughts of snow, perhaps until the middle of April. This means CG and I might get the chance to work on our skiing technique, or should I say develop one in the first place, but it also means goodbye (again) to the short-lived pleasures of inline-skating and bike riding.

Today is just grey. But even this has its advantages - no neighbours to be seen in the street. Extremes tend to bring them out - snow, which needs shovelling away, or sun, which means gardening and hanging stuff out to dry. In-between days see them staying inside quietly, doing whatever they do; I don't quite like to speculate.