It is one of those Spring days when the sun is out, there is no-one about and the quiet everywhere is so quiet that you can hear it. Do you know what I mean? Maybe it is the product of being profoundly deaf - I don't know. But whatever the reason, sitting on the wall in my backgarden the warmth of the sun is bliss. No doubt about it, today is the warmest day of the year so far here in North Yorkshire.
My cleaner, who comes on a Monday, is not able to come today. Of course I hit the cleaning at full pelt (as I always do ) and after tidying everywhere,changing the bed, washing the bedding, drying it, ironing it and putting it in the airing cupboard, making the bed up with clean bedding, walking the dog twice so far, cleaning the kitchen units and floor and cooking myself a sausage, bean, mushroom and tomato lunch I am now, at twenty minutes to four in the afternoon, absolutely shattered and barely able to walk because my ankle is hurting so much. I have just watered my outside pots and now I shall do no more today.
March at the end of the week. March can be a cruel month and I am afraid that February has lulled us into a sense that Spring is here. On my walk at lunch time there were primroses, iris reticulata, all kinds of daffodils from tiny tete a tete to large ones, crocuses, helleborus, wallflowers, rosemary in bloom in gardens and on the grass verges plenty of lesser celandines and daisies. Does the old heart good. There was even a patch of coltsfoot - I love this weed and it really loves the sun - every flower was facing the sun full on with joy at our lovely weather. Enjoy it while it is here everyone.