And all of a sudden May is here. The trees are unfurling their fresh foliage, the veg patch needs tending, the bluebells are nearly over and the evenings are long. April felt like it was missing in action. Disappearing before my eyes like the early morning mist. I hope this isn’t an indication of how quickly the rest of the year is going to vanish.
April was a month of surprises. As the first month of spring we are used to expecting the showers, but the glorious sunshine of Easter seduced us into thinking it might even be summer already. Deer bounded in and out …
Finally. It’s here; the lime chlorophyll of new leaves clashing against the periwinkle blue sky, so bright and vibrant it almost hurts the eyes; but I can’t look away because I can’t get enough of it. There is fullness where once there were naked skeletons. As the saying goes, no winter lasts forever and no spring skips its turn. The soil is warming, there is green abundance along the roadsides, purple mosaics of bluebells, dazzling yellow dandelions. I’m a pretty careful observer of nature in the garden, but one blink and everything has grown again, or blossomed or bloomed.
Babbitty Bumble literally buzzed right past my nose, a black and yellow ball of fuzz, too busy to stop for me. A fat tubby thing with stubby wings, humming as he went. He is the first bee I have spotted this year on a day of sunshine, when it was still cold enough for coats and hats but lovely enough to open the windows of the house and let in some fresh air, to push out the stale musty air of winter. I stopped for a little while to listen to a blue tit, a welcome change from the harsh croaks and caws of all …