Cowslips poking heads through.

I cannot remember a worse winter than the one gone by.From Christmas until last week there were only 4 days hereabouts when it didn't rain or snow.
My uncles used say "strip the meadow ground in February and cut the meadows the first of May".
The first of May is nigh and there is more greenery on a billiard table than on the meadow ground.
Every small farmer I know is severely broke from prolonged buying of fodder and depression is widespread all over the shop.
The Government badly misread the situation and what it came up with was too little too late.
It will take years to overcome the disastrous setbacks and some will never recover.Time nor money is not  on their sides.
Notwithstanding this mother nature is kicking in on a small scale .
On the fringes of unmanured fields and along ditches the very odd cowslip is starting to emerge.
You know them.They are on slim stalks with yellow bell shaped flowers hanging down from the tops of the stalks.
Signs of better things to come hopefully.