February
The leaves on the ancient branches slightly swaying in the gentle breeze, being harassed by the never ending rain that started in December and seemingly has no end date.
The dreariness of the weather mixed with the laziness of a Sunday means a lethargic end to the week and maybe a hangover of this into a busy Monday morning.
We seek the sun but pay no attention to the work the rain is doing, the appreciation it will bring to good weather, the food for the flowers and joy to farmers.
We are about the here and now but not about 6 months time, growth takes time not everything is instant, if it was what significance would the passing of time have.