Titanarum

Spring is not here. Why do we have to endure this waiting game? This ‘one minute it’s mild and sunny the next ice has made all surfaces silvery’ game? Nature is playing with our emotions and I don’t like it. We need to find a way of staying in control. Think about it. Every year millions of buds perish as a result of these games. No sooner has the sun made the sap rise than the frost rears its sometimes pretty head and snaps off the new growth. I’m sick of it. In this climate you can’t depend on anything. I hear people say how much they enjoy the changing seasons. Pah! All they enjoy is when the rain and cold stop and one can venture outside without a raincoat or thermal underwear. They may say they enjoy getting their faces wet or their cheeks bitten by an icy wind but they are deluded. And if they aren’t then something’s wrong with them. I am yearning for a time when we can create the climates we want. I want to be in a bubble full of cherry trees and strawberries and Charantais melons. And in my bubble there’ll be no slugs or aphids or fruit eating birds. Only summer’s finest weather.