Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:

      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Thomas Nashe (1567-1601)

Spring, when birds sing and court from every branch and twig; music tumbles over the garden in such a cacophonous, joyous sound. Morning dawns behind the silent pines in pink and purple tones as the lonesome bat returns to roost, pheasants call and lambs bleat in the nearby field. The mountain snow vanishes in the warm spring sun, though the wind remains cold. The grass is almost warm enough to sit upon, almost warm enough to sow. But this is Scotland and frosts are still a danger to the tiny seedlings, in the nursery frames…

Catching up in the garden, dividing large clumps of herbs that have become woody in the centre, splitting them up and replanting in the empty beds. Searching for new seedlings in the leaf litter. Potting up plants, growing on for other gardens. realising that one bed is covered in wild strawberries and I can’t quite bring myself to pull them out – but I know I should!

Now that the house is finished and new guttering in place, the sparrow’s nesting place for the past two years is no more. Having grown up in the city with some of the longest terraces in Europe, and having read that sparrows prefer to live in terraces, our children gifted us with not one but three sparrow terraces! Wrens used one box over winter and several birds have inspected them but as yet none have taken up residency!

I’ve given up trying to plant up this bed, the girls find it is just right for dust baths and sunbathing. Still moulting and still no eggs but they do help eat up the pests and bring amusement to the garden.

Bitter wind today but potatoes need planting, and seedlings potted on, time to wrap up warm and venture out – no doubt the cat and chickens will want to come too! 🙂

Have a good day!

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