In spite of a sharp, cold wind here in the North of the country, Spring is marching relentlessly onwards.
The daffodils in my garden are all but gone and are ready to have their heads pinched off before they put all their energy into forming seeds. (remember to leave the stems though so that the goodness from them can go back into the bulb).
My double flowering, weeping cherry in the front lawn is in full flower and a joy to behold. And the blue tits in the wall are still busy feeding young.
Out to lunch again today with friend W after a morning meeting with a group of friends to talk about various things and as we got back in her car afterwards we noticed that the purple lilac where we parked was heavily in bud.
Once things start to move there is no stopping them in spite of the fact that we desperately need water everywhere (although not as much as Derek does in the nature reserve on the Kent coast, where the ground is cracked from last year and has never recovered; not a good start to the year.)
The are no swallows yet. The farmer used to watch carefully and note the arrival of the first swallow. Last year it was on April 17th, so already they are late.
It is a month tomorrow since the farmer went - how quickly the time passes in some ways and how slowly in others. I am managing to fill my time most days and that is a good thing. Onward and upward as they say.