The wait

The smog has definitely cleared here at least. Over the weekend we’ve had rain. Yesterday when I got up, it was startling just how bright & crystal sharp everything was. It didn’t last long, as the rain quickly returned.

It seems strange looking down the garden without all its trees. A few do remain & are starting to come into leaf.

Halfway down there is some delicate white flowers. I suspect it’s the spiraea coming into blossom. If not, it’s the one remaining cherry tree. It’s too far down, and too wet, to examine quite which it is.

Beyond that the ground is beginning to be covered in a yellow carpet of celandines. At least there is some colour & life in the garden as we wait for the main job to be done in June/July.

The neighbours are still adjusting to the new unexpected light they’ve gained.

The birds seem more distraught. At first our coloured doves pottered around, looking like creatures that had just survived a tsunami. Where was their favourite sitting place, the trellis? And the bird table? Nothing is in its right place. The remaining hedge behind where the greenhouse used to be has now become home to blackbirds, doves, sparrows & tits. They all cram in. I fear war will break out soon. I’m telling myself, once the work is complete they will all soon spread out again & find new homes, new favourite spots to call their own. Meanwhile we all wait.