A rather special April
Not only is this the greenest April anyone can remember here, but it has also seen the latest Easter. And to cap the general atmosphere of celebration and new beginnings, I seem to recall that there’s something or other happening on Friday… Oh yes, the Royal Wedding. Well, it’s not cool to be excited about the wedding of Prince William and his lovely bride. Luckily I gave up my fleeting aspirations to coolness some time ago, so I can go ahead and be excited. Hurray! Lord knows, there is not so much good news in the world that we can afford to ignore it when it comes our way. And a wedding, so full of hope and love and best intentions, is good news whether it’s a prince getting married or anyone else. Our invitation to the Abbey seems unaccountably to have been mislaid in the post, so we shall be watching the shenanigans on telly and toasting the bride and groom with a glass of fizz and a box of Marks and Spencer Royal Wedding souvenir shortbread biscuits. The naff souvenirs are half the fun, of course.
It would be nice if the bride managed to put together a bouquet of home-grown British flowers, rather than having roses flown in from Africa or some such. There is an abundance of flowers in bloom at the moment, out in the fields and woods. On the banks of the river last week, I saw that our wild primroses are flowering, earlier than usual,
and the modest cowslips, too.
While out in the woods this morning (a glorious morning, still and sunny, full of birdsong) I walked across banks of wild violets,
and spotted the first bluebells, which I have never seen here in April before.
Wouldn’t a bouquet of wild flowers be absolutely charming for a royal bride? Alas, it would not be possible: I imagine that la Kate will need sturdier flowers that can withstand several hours under the lights of the television cameras. Still, one can dream.
Then there’s the cake. Apparently they are having two: a traditional one and a chocolate biscuit cake. The latter is a childhood favourite of Prince William’s, we are told. I think it’s rather sweet to ask for something so simple and childish on such a terrifyingly complex and grown-up occasion. Back on the home front, I did contemplate making some cupcakes for us to enjoy while watching the wedding; but decided not to as I made a huge orange cake for Easter last weekend, which we have not yet finished.
Not only that, but when we returned from a lovely Easter weekend with Granny, we found that the two china hens in our kitchen had laid chocolate eggs for Easter!
I can’t tell you how good that chocolate tastes after six weeks of Lenten abstention. It seems very odd to be tucking into Easter eggs with May about to come in, but this has been altogether a rather special April. And for us, it finishes with a friend’s ‘Cool Britannia’ birthday party on the evening after the Royal Wedding, and a cousin’s Christening at the weekend, so it really is going out (we trust) on a celebratory high.
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