Well, maybe that is a little too optimistic but at least some things are advertising the season. I took Tess for a walk down the Lane after lunch, taking my camera too in the hopes of photographing evidence of its arrival.
But have you ever tried negotiating walking with a stick, a camera and an investigating dog on a lead? Not a good combination. The first delightful thing I saw was a lovely tortoiseshell butterfly. I took my camera out of its case, encouraged Tess to sit on the grass, focussed and - guess what - the butterfly flew! The only other things I saw on my walk - in profusion - were young healthy nettles. Last year I persuaded the farmer to collect me a bag full and I made nettle soup. If you have never made it - please don't bother to try - it is absolutely awful both in colour and taste.
Back in the garden, along the hedgeside by the Scots pines the first cowslip was in flower - I love cowslips - and several patches of primroses - such a simple, almost perfect sign of Spring. Bluebells and violets are on their way, but today there is a bitterly cold East wind blowing so that although it is sunny it is not really Springlike.
This morning friend W and I sat in the bay window of our favourite cafe and had a couple of cappucinos each and watched the world go by - various friends and acquaintances, several interesting dogs - always something to look at.
For lunch I did lamb koftas on a bed of rice with a potato salad made with new potatoes and sliced, seeded cucumber tossed in a
mixture of Greek yoghourt, creme fraiche, lemon juice, garlic and chopped mint- all served lukewarm. When I asked the farmer if he had enjoyed it he said it was 'alright'. When I ventured to suggest that perhaps he would have preferred the koftas with ordinary plain boiled new potatoes and a vegetable - he agreed that he would! What shall I do with him ladies? Shall I give in to his preferences and not serve the salad again (I absolutely loved it) or shall I serve it now and again? (Men please feel free to answer too!)