There is so much to write about at this time of year I don’t know where to begin. Winston brought me a slow worm and dropped it delicately at my feet to admire. Pixie brought me a vole and chased around the kitchen and killed it. The garden is filling with flowers. There are orange tipped butterflies on the wild ladies smock blooming in the lawn. There are violets in the tussocks and wasps shaving the wooden garden bench to make their nests. The cat drug valerian is managing to grow faster than they can rub it back down in their ecstasy . We have seen our first swallows and our first house martins as they swooped on by . The ants have woken up . There are bee flies on the honesty flowers and humming bird hawk moths on the cowslips. The blackthorn is still beautiful . The peas and the potatoes are planted. The only absurd part of this wonderful race of fantastical spring glory is that some joker still expects me to leave it all on Monday and go to work!!

Sounds so wonderful Cathy, and so hard to leave It!
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This time of year seems a crime to be indoors!
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bless you-I understand your predicament. God bless your garden.
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Some one has to buy the cat food! Have a lovely spring weekend!
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Lovely post. What a welcome difference to just a few weeks ago. xx
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Absolutely, from mopping about in the rain to rushing about in the sun! Xx
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Awww, this just sounds so magical. And like Spring has finally arrived. 🙂 xxx
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It certainly has!
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