The Maiden's Child, Bleeding.

The snow and wild wind materialised as forecast. There wasn’t a room in my house that was entirely comfortable to sit in last night; old houses are draughty, however much you seal the doors and windows.

And this morning when I was clearing the path, I saw one crocus flower still just visible on top of the snow, its yellow bleeding into the white. Lord Winter is being greedy. It’s time the Maiden armed herself and sent him to his rest.