Never in my time on the farm (over twenty years) or even in the farmer's lifetime here, has there been a year like this for blossom. I don't know whether it is a combination of a very wet year last year and a very late Spring this year - but whatever it is then everything has decided to burgeon.
The new header, which I took five minutes ago (tripped up all the way across the lawn by two farm cats wanting their morning milk) shows the paddock outside the back door. It is a mixture of buttercups and what I think is probably meadow foxtail grass but I don't want to go into the field and trample it down for a closer look.
It is a glorious sight as is the clematis in the garden, the white lilac in next door's garden, the hawthorn across from our bedroom window. The blossom is everywhere.
But the buttercup field here is nothing when compared with the field opposite my son's cottage. It is just total yellow - not a blade of grass to be seen. Yesterday he counted the heads in just one small square, estimated the size of the field and came to the conclusion that there are at least eighty million buttercup heads in that field alone. We need to make the most of them as all too soon they will be gone for another year.