We've had a very pleasant, bright, spring-like day here on the Welsh borders. It's felt a lot milder than of late, and the afternoon has been alive with the sound of people out working in their yards and gardens. I've noticed midges dancing above our lawn, and the birds have been singing happily. Granted, it was a bit treacherous early on with some ice on the roads and paths, but on the whole we've had a lovely Sunday to be out and about.
Meanwhile the news reports have been all about how the rest of the country has found itself buried under quite a few inches of snow. People have been trapped and stranded. Well, I don't even like snow very much, so my question is - why then do I feel sort of cheated, to have had such a nice day in place of the blizzards and disruption elsewhere?
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