After what seems a very, very long winter indeed, I am delighted to hear at last the whispers of Spring in the air...
Although Winter has its unchallenged pleasures, such as sitting in front of a roaring fire and reading the latest offering from our dear old Hugh, or loosing oneself for an afternoon and once again becoming a child playing in the snow jetting down the side of a hill on a slay with no cares in the world, I am now, more than ready for Spring and all its wonders.
The warmer weather has arrived to our little corner of Kent. Each morning I wake to the sound of Bluetits, Goldfinches, Black birds and Robins all singing their tiny hearts out, ‘Twittapatted' as Owl from the film Bambi once said! We also have a wood pecker who I can hear gently tapping on the tree outside my window along with Bob the pheasant (named by my youngest son) running round the garden crowing, as if to compete with our own cockerel Stig at who can be the loudest! All the buds on the trees are looking ready to burst open and the first spray of colour has appeared as if over night in the forms of tulips, daffodils and wild violets in the lawn.
Ahhhh it's now, at last, time to get out in the greenhouse and plant out the vegetables that I will look forward to cooking with in the summer.... Happy days!!