Spring in Retreat

A couple of days ago spring made a determined bid to vanquish winter. In the bright sunshine, crocuses, daffodils and celandine were bursting into flower, the birds were so busy they didn't have time to visit the feeders, and masses of bees were humming around the heather in our garden.

This explosion of crocuses appears every year in the verge along Ormsaigbeg, a foot or so from the road. It's not a place someone would have planted them, so one wonders how they got there.

Yesterday, the battle swung firmly the other way with a sharp reminder that winter is far from over. This is the Millburn this afternoon, looking upstream to the croft houses by the Sanna turn, with a mist-shrouded Glas Bheinn at upper right.