There was a strong Spring sun today, actually hot on my back as I waited for Graham in the car park. I ought to have turned round to get the benefit on my chest but, stretching out like a cat enjoying the sunshine, my time slipped away and it was time to get back in the car before I knew it.
Returning home Graham decided it was the first gardening day of the year and the scratty ash tree in the front garden met its fate along with several other [insert escaped word to describe trees of an ill-assorted kind typical of neglected bits of land... ah, yes, 'scrub'] trees, all before they start into proper growth.
There are several low-growing plants in the garden in bloom. Again, the name escapes me.
All in all, you can feel Spring leaning on Winter’s traces. While not wanting to wish Time away, it’s my earnest hope that Winter will be quiescent now, leaving Spring to roll in, slow and easy.
