Have spent the late afternoon sitting in the garden, enjoying those rays of sun at last, and the plum tree is shedding blossom like a snow cloud. This little chap by the pond is grinning on his 'hey ho, it is off to work we go' sort of way:
The pond has welcomed back the newts and the odd frog or two (they never breed in it, but just bask about in the sunshine - or the rain). The woodpecker has returned, and - although I have not yet seen his lady wife - a young juvenile is with him, rat-tat-tatting on the tree trunks and pecking at the fat blocks we have put out.
The camelia is flowering, though many of our plants did not survive the winter.
We appear to have lost three beauties so far, a rose, a passion flower and a plant whose name I never learnt but flowered prettily and kept the bees amused for hours. But what a fine excuse to find others to take their place.
I couldn't resist. . .
2 days ago