Sunday, 25 March 2018

Sunday

I was driving out in the country on Friday afternoon and, although it wasn't the best of days, weather wise, there were signs of spring everywhere.  Some of the trees, hedges and bushes were covered with a green 'fuzz', swelling buds increasing ready to pop open and reveal the baby leaves within.  There were flowers beside the road and I do love this modern tradition of flinging bulbs on the grass verges and leaving them to grow.  They added such welcome splashes of colour as I drove along.

At home, the snowdrops are over but the daffodils and the hyacinths are opening now and my small clump of tiny, shy-blue scillas are also coming up.  My clump of bluebells (proper bluebells) are making good progress, the strawberry plants are sending out new growth, the blueberry bushes, new last year, have tiny leaves and even the tayberry that refuses to die is working its usual magic and showing that, once again, it's alive and kicking.  I might even get some fruit from it this year, you never know.  That's the lovely thing about gardens, even tiny ones like mine.  Hope is always there; hope and magic.

Yesterday I watched a blackbird gathering material for his nest.  He had a large piece of something - straw, twig, dry grass, I couldn't quite see what - and was obviously having trouble balancing it in his beak before flying off with it.  He tackled the task with utter determination and was rewarded finally as he flew off triumphantly with it.

It may snow next weekend but I don't care.  Spring is all around and the more we look, the more we see.  British Summer Time has well and truly come!

7 comments:

Jules said...

There are big smiles here thanks to the bright sunshine and signs of Spring. The snow can stay away now. X

Joy said...

It's time to cheer up now. Winder is always defeated in the end.
J x

Joy said...

Wint-t-ter I mean! :-)

galant said...

I love it when the hedgerows begin to show signs of green and they are doing this in our part of the country, too, Joy. And the daffodils have managed to survive the snow, too.
Margaret P

Joy said...

They're tougher then we give them credit for, aren't they? And perfectly timed for Easter this year too.
J x

Heloise said...

Hi Joy,

I'm just about caught up with your blog! I don't want to gush or embarrass you but I think it would be quite something to know you in person. I could make this a list of superlatives but I'd better limit myself to saying that your delight in innocent things and your appreciation of the charm in everyday life are simply enchanting.

Separately, I can't possibly be the first person to ask you this, but were you ever a professional writer? I ask because you have such an elegant, unponderous and assured style and a great gift for comic narrative.

Anyway, I can't wait to read about your upcoming adventures.

Much love,

Heloise.



Joy said...

Hi again, Heloise. Thank you very much for your kind comments which really made me blush.

No, I'm not in any way a professional writer although, when still at work, I was noted for being able to knock out a good SEN report ot letter to the LEA and folks used to come to me to ask for the best way to say something a bit tricky, so I guess I used that skill! :-)

I'm glad you like the simplicity of the blog and I truly appreciate you saying so.

H x