The dishwasher sends a relaxing shiver down my spine. Soft repetitive sound. Anne stands quietly in the corner sipping her cup of tea, looking out of the window. The snow is melting. Feels as if we are coming to the end of a long hard winter. In reality it has only been a week or so. The last of the snow is about to slide off the greenhouse roof. I’d quite like to capture the moment but I’m not going to stand there for hours waiting. I could give it a nudge but somehow that doesn’t seem right. Let nature take its course.