All Hail, April

Easter Day. My mother’s birthday. April Fool’s Day. Snow overnight, and then trying to walk one of my usual paths, the river must have overflowed its banks and “the plantation” was so deep in mud I had to start back, and then follow another path, slipping and sliding back up to the town. First of all there was tiny hail, then larger hail, and  then the pavements were covered in hail, which crunched underfoot like spilt sea salt. I am lost at the moment, as I am waiting for work to come back from the printers, and although I have another interesting project, I am not far enough into it to really let it fill my mind.  I miss “The Midnight Hare” which I worked on for so long. I have decided that I need to learn things, and to read more; however, it is so long since I posted that I am putting up some images from Aprils past, to say, this is what April should look like, not hail and snow. I thank you. And Happy Easter.