This is March

We had a sudden cold spell that had us relighting the soba and marvelling at the few frozen pellets of snow that swirled around the village, then came the welcome warmth that had the young goats frisking in the streets and the old ladies in the square sitting in the sunlight and toasting their bones.

The blossom is coming, the roses are growing and across the orchards in the valley there is the faint haze of red that means they are about to burst into bloom.

This is March in Kirazli Koy:-