Spring is springing!
Isn’t it a lift to the spirits to see spring creeping in at last? Last year’s spring came very late, after our exceptionally cold and snowy end to the winter. So I am really enjoying seeing daffodils coming into bloom and shrubs coming into leaf, at least a fortnight earlier than last year. I know it’s unoriginal, but I can’t resist sharing the pleasure of some of these sights. Actually, I quite like the fact that there are bloggers all over the northern hemisphere sharing their own pictures of spring. Here are mine.
The flower beds in the garden are mostly still bare, but this pansy’s eye view shows the green shoots beginning to develop amongst the bare twigs.
While the wild primroses don’t flower in the woods here until April, there are lovely primulas in the garden urns.
Mosses are enjoying the increasing warmth of the sun on the flagstones (I like this one that looks so spiky but feels soft as cat fur),
and the winter jasmine is blooming happily against the south-facing wall of the garden.
An old honeysuckle is in leaf against the castle wall,
and here is our very first little cherry blossom of the year!
Out in the woods, the fat, sticky buds of the trusty horse chestnut are opening,
the elder bushes are in leaf,
and underfoot, the first green leaves of May’s bluebells are thrusting through last year’s leaf litter.
Beasties both large and small are getting into the vernal mood. It’s lovely to see our pair of whooper swans back, happily established on our wee lochan again.
And in the tubs of flowers back at the castle, there are honey bees already at work. (Can you spot one?)
Other creatures, of course, are just enjoying the chance to sit outside in the unaccustomed warmth, doing nothing but savour the coming of spring.
My final ‘winter’ post of last year was written at the start of April! See ‘So farewell, then, Winter, it’s been great’. The horse chestnut was at about the same stage as pictured above in the second week of April last year; see ‘Can we pretend it’s Tuesday already?’. For more on the swans (and some haunting music inspired by them), see ‘A glory of swans’.