Is it spring? Or has it been and gone?
We seem to be in a cycle of one glorious sunny day followed by a few grey dismal days. Everything in the garden is behind. Winter clothes that were put away for the summer have gradually been slipped back on. In the evenings we sit shivering until we relent and light the fire.
But there are signs of spring; the apple trees in the garden are a froth of blossom, the petals littering the grass like confetti.
We have tadpoles! A sure sign of spring. We saw a lone tadpole or two swimming gamely along the edge of the pond, but then noticed that this bucket, which had been blown into the pond (and I’ve been meaning to retrieve for the past week) was just a mass of tadpoles. I’m not sure how many will get eaten by the ducks, but with luck some will survive.
And apropos of nothing, this traction engine chugged past the end of the farm entrance this afternoon. A slightly bizarre sight.