There is no sugar-coating of today. It is raining again.

Life is very different for us with only one dog. Hugo was an intrepid walker in all weathers. Heavy rain required him to wear a coat, something he took a dim view of. Lola on the other hand takes a dim view of any walk in weather that is not to her taste.

She was determinedly asleep when I suggested getting a warm, from the oven , chocolate croissant from our local bakery to make a wet Sunday morning a little more tolerable.

Under normal circumstances I quite like February. It is over in just 28 days and delivers us quite nicely into March which is always a rather optimistic month. By now I would normally have started little jobs in the yard. Tiny tweakments that serve no truly useful improvements but make me feel better about our outside space.

This morning, just before the croissant adventure I peeped out. One of our daffodils is clearly feeling the wet weather malaise more deeply than even Lola. A whole Greek tragedy in our back yard.

The wet weather is getting to us all.