How did it get to February already? Ah well, it's wet, it's driech and dreary, but the Spring is on its way. The pussy willow is budding. All the spring bulbs are well through in the front garden. Two little patches of snowdrops have survived the snow.
Meanwhile, on the HappenStance front, several publications have nearly made it into existence. Already with the printer are the Ruth Pitter Conversation, Chapter Four of the HappenStance STORY (yeay!), Robin Vaughan-Williams' The Manager and tomorrow, all being well, I'll take a surprise addition, Jon Stone's Scarecrows.