The strange thing about writing an article for a magazine is that it has to be written weeks before the magazine is published. This means that by the time it appears, any forecast made could be completely wrong. So although more settled weather is predicted, by the time you read this it could be very different.
As I write, the sun is streaming into the window and the faintest stirring of spring is in the air after what seems like months of rain, with birdsong and bulbs tentatively pushing up shoots from the earth. For me, this speaks of the hope of spring. Curiously, at this time of year, one of the smallest and most fragile looking flowers determinedly pushes itself up out of turf or woodland floors. While storms rage and ice and snow threaten, the snowdrop makes its humble appearance.