Waiting for the Spring, Co. CorkI pass this small copse regularly on the road between Ballingeary and Macroom. Most of the year you'd barely notice it. But on a hard frost morning in February, with every branch stripped bare and the field white around it, I pulled over and sat in the car for a few minutes just looking at it. The ground crunched underfoot when I got out. That particular silence you get on a frozen morning in the Lee Valley, where even the crows have gone quiet. The