It’s hard to believe that nearly a month has gone by since my last post. The season has turned and with May still to go, Spring is thinking it is Summer already.
I have just returned form a couple of days at Allerford, near Porlock, Somerset. Thursday afternoon saw us swinging on a garden seat in a sunlit garden, drinking tea and tucking into lemon drizzle cake. A wonderful b&b – thoroughly recommended!
Friday’s archeological walk over Dunkery Beacon was definitely paced out in Somerset strides (which are longer than the average stride… definitely!) Anyway, it was a beautiful walk and included Exmoor ponies, complete with foals. And it only rained a little – not enough to signify.
Returning home we found that the garden had burst into vibrant growth. Nettles are growing all over the place, so battle is engaged once more. Goose grass is waving and the bind weed can’t be far behind. Tadpoles are doing their tadpole thing in the pond and the local rabbits are getting exceptionally cheeky, barely moving as I approached them wielding a hoe in a ‘go away’ fashion.
This afternoon an amorous swallow collided with the french window and lay on the ground, stunned, for at least ten minutes, before recovering enough to fly to safety. It seems such a shame to have flown so far, only to mistake a window for open space.
Thursday brought the sound of the first cuckoo of the season (by the coast) but I have yet to hear them here. Every day brings some new sight or sound, higher temperatures and burgeoning growth. Spring is so lovely – so full of life and so transient. Perhaps that is why it is so precious.
More photos soon. Promise.