The first Bluebells are in flower, the Blue Tits are nesting, a Baby Moorhen was circumnavigating the pond, Lois' coat is shedding rapidly (with some help from the magpies), the Chiffchaff is chiff-chaffing away and the Gorse is looking resplendent.
There are several varieties of gorse - or furze or whin as it is known, and between them, one or other variety is in bloom throughout the year - hence the saying 'when gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of season.' I don't think they like severe frosts so are probably more suited to the warmer south and apparently they have no scent in the winter. I eyed the brilliant yellow bloom warily - too bright for my liking - and moved on to scratch in the soft earth. Today has been really quite warm and Dad has spent a busy weekend spring-cleaning our boxes and mowing the garden.
And I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first nephews and nieces up at the cottage. Hopefully tomorrow. Gordon x
And I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my first nephews and nieces up at the cottage. Hopefully tomorrow. Gordon x