Never cast a clout till May is out!

No idea what this saying means! For some daft reason I thought this referred to blackthorn, but it’s hawthorn. This year the trees are amazing. Such a beautiful tree even if the scent can smell a bit fishy

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I know I keep on about it…

This first spring back in the UK is a wonder. I’ve been so used to the Alpine seasons, and the late snow that can wipe everything out. Now I’m jumping about as if I’ve never been in England before!

The birch and beech trees as they newly unfurl give off this most glorious scent. It reminds me of when I would ride Monty through the enclosures on the forest.

Here on the golf course, there are so many species of trees. It’s as if they are all new. And as they are masked in their green splendour, for a while, I almost missed they skeletal beauty from the winter.

There are loads of bluebells here, but they somehow, just aren’t so exciting. I am more bowled over by the profusion of wild strawberries on the tip and hills.

What season are you in? What’s your favourite?

Each day as I walk Swingle, I praise and thank God for bring me home.

Spring springs

For the first time ever, I can’t think of anything to blog about, there’s a first… except that spring is here. Up on the golf course there is a huge tree of pussy willows, and they are flowering, filled with the buzz of bees. And around are many bumble bees, in fact I’ve never seen so many of them in one place.

What season is it with you?

Wet

Fake Spring

After a couple of warmish weeks, winter suddenly returned. On Sunday we had another 10cm.

Now it’s coming on the wind, tearing down the valleys and disappearing. I feel sorry for the birds who had been so full of joy.

Hopefully it will blow away in the next few days. Some of my author friends in the US have had the same, but more so.

I just hope it means it will finish and there will be no late, sudden surprises that nip the buds off the fruit trees and bushes!