“In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.”

Mark Twain

Mackerel sky

Having enjoyed a glorious spring day “normal service” has been resumed! Early sunshine fades while temperatures refuse to rise under mackerel skies.  Even while digging a coat and scarf are a necessity today…

What more rubbish?The gardening girls join the work, once again we discover the remains of yet another bonfire and remnants of past lives. Reminding myself that rural rubbish collections have only been in place for twenty years or so and this place has been inhabited for the past two hundred. Still digging out large bolts, hinges, glass and more recent vinyl wallpaper makes an appearance again. Bricks and stones buried in the ground make for a good workout!

Job done - almost!

Grass removed from the new circle and laid around the chicken pen, time to start turning over the soil. A pair of robins supervise from the safety of the trees, occasionally flitting down to retrieve a tasty grub. A grey wagtail and a starling have also visited the garden adding to the burgeoning bird population. Last year must have been a good one for the chaffinch as there seems to be a preponderance of them this spring.

Last stand

In a shady corner the last snowdrops persist as the daffodils begin to break into bloom. Every day the leaf buds fatten, the first Hawthorn leaves breaking into new green. Being so cold today I search the Blackthorn for blossom and find them; “Blackthorn winter” is here.

Song of Solomon 2:11 -12

11 for behold, the winter is past;
    the rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth,
    the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
    is heard in our land.


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