I have a north facing back garden, which means that during the winter no sunlight shines on it because the sun is too low in the sky. The rays can’t get over the roof. After all the rain, the lawn is saturated, more mud than grass. Yesterday afternoon I was in the garden trying to round up the posse of cats as usual. I noticed that the sun was hitting the back gate. I slid my way to the gate and stood in the light for a few minutes, breathing a sigh of relief as I soaked up the sun. It’s like a personal solstice, a reminder from nature that there might actually be an end to the winter at some stage. I can choose now to either look at the garden in despair at the state of chaos, or in hope that some day I will get it straightened up again. I choose the latter. If I don’t get plants cut back or properly pruned, it wouldn’t be the first time. Nature will burst through anyway, despite my efforts and not because of them. It won’t be the end of the world. Just the end of the winter, and the beginning of spring. Roll on the light.