One thing about this
self-isolation is that it does encourage you to enjoy your garden. But then you
know I do that already.
The silence due to
the lack of traffic makes the birdsong all the more noticeable. Blackbirds sing
out their ownership of areas. They do so with the most mellifluous of voices.
The blue tits are
back investigating the bird box, ready for another season of breeding.
Butterflies sit on the
heather. Fat bumble bees buzz around.
The snowberry is
bursting into flower. There’s a veritable snowfall of white blooms
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| Snowberry in flower |
The small daffs are
now dying off but the larger white narcissi & cheerfulness are opening out.
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| The small daffs in flower |
The hyacinths we
planted last autumn exude their sweet scent. The colours, a deep burgundy &
an apricot, look well together.
Spring has certainly
sprung while I’ve been away. And now each day new life, new blossoms appear.
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