It has been a beautiful weekend. A warm breeze, sunshine on our faces, cloudless skies. So many trees seem to have burst into bloom, and nothing cries ‘almost spring’ to me like white blossom against a swathe of blue.
We set off out for a ramble today, stepping into newness. Catkins, pussy willow, may blossom, wild garlic, primroses, celandines: a litany of primavera. In the backpack, the baby cooed joyfully in my ear, rapt in appreciation of the fresh world around him. Round one of the final corners, we came across a litter of Gloucestershire Old Spot piglets, scratching merrily. Finally, weary of foot but bright of spirits, the pub garden beckoned.
Hello, sun. You are so very welcome.