Fluttering wrens the dimensions of new-born mice. Freckle-chested music thrush serenading dawn and sundown from the topmost tip of the pine. Buzzing bumblebees the dimensions of, effectively, wrens. Spring is gradual on the bottom on the seaside hut, however indicators of latest life are right here.
With April temperatures hunkered in low single figures, snowdrops clump collectively, joined now by runs of primroses making a break for the following trunk, necklaced on the way in which. Daisies and shiny celandine sprawl. For the primary time, a mass of good wild white violets spreads below a tree outdoors the toilet window. The purple-flowered will come later, near-hidden below the low pink pine branches and larch.
Many of the early crocus are trampled underfoot. For which learn, hoof. Henri isn’t glad. The roaming deer have gorged on her candy younger tulip stems. Hours of cautious planting upended. Bulbs unearthed, beheaded. The deer have one thing towards daffodils as these are untouched. We watch their Pantone chart flip an ever-richer yellow. They’ve but to completely open.
I really feel fortunate to have these swish if grasping guests. I catch the pink squirrel about to raid the chicken balls till he/she sees me and lopes unhurriedly off. A Beatrix Potter character come alive.
Later, a feral marmalade cat squats unmoving at dawn below the feeders. It too has marked the feverish sparrows, finches, tits, the bullying blackbirds.
The mornings are cool. I gentle the hearth, fill the feeders, take heed to the pheasant and the nice noticed woodpecker. I notice which percussion notes are performed on which tree. The bass of the outdated oak, the tenor faucet of the silver birch. Life goes on whereas Henri visits the hospital. Unable to be there, I stroll the close by seaside. The northwest wind rages, unconcerned.
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