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.
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?
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!
Like the rest of Europe, we’re on isolation. Not that it makes huge difference to us, as we live in a rural area. Only travel for essential food or work – not that many shops are open. Can exercise with family members, a metre away from other people. And we seem to be behaving ourselves in Lungau, only 4 cases.
Around me, the swallows, black restarts, yellow wagtails, chiffchaffs have all arrived. The first crocuses are coming out, and the violets under our sitting room window are out. I can only see this with joy and a relief that next year, at this time, I will be rejoicing in cherry blossom. We have someone interested in the flat, but none of us are in a rush.
The lock down is the most utter relief to me. This winter ran me mentally and physically into the ground. I’ve already dropped some of these jobs that have had me constantly on the go. Then, within three hours of the children leaving after my 60th birthday, I came down with flu. Old fashioned, grippy, headachy, shivery, nasty flu. A direct result of overdoing it.
With the library shut, holiday houses closed, and two weeks sick leave, I am blissfully, utterly at home recovering. I don’t need to be anywhere else. I’m keeping away from people and at last, getting on with my fifth book.
I for one am happy to be locked down!