Beauty in the eye of the beholder

While we were away, the wind blew and blew, it rained and rained again, the garden became more and more bedraggled and the only thing that grew in the polytunnel were the weeds. Meteorologically, spring may have officially sprung on 1 March, or alternatively, astronomically on 20 March, but we are still enduring the equinox… Continue reading Beauty in the eye of the beholder

Spring imperative

Time and tide wait for no man, nor do the seasons. The oystercatchers "speed dating club" has been in action for weeks with noisy groups of birds gathering in the fields, voraciously probing for invertebrates and acting like hormone-fuelled teenagers. The skylarks are rather more refined and have been proclaiming their territories with glorious song-flights… Continue reading Spring imperative

April Morning

The world was very quiet and still; during the night the north wind had rested and its breath had spread across the grass leaving each fragile stem festooned with diadems. A series of whistles announced the arrival of the first visitors - attired with copes of gold, velvet black waistcoats and carnival masks they alighted… Continue reading April Morning