Winter finally loosened its icy grip late last month. Almost overnight the world turned green, and living things across the land breathed an audible sigh of relief.
Now the promise of summer is teasing us (but wait, we haven’t had spring yet). Everything is behind, and some things, like my plum tree and forsythia hedge, are not even trying.
This is Holly’s first spring, and she is loving the long grass and new scents. She also loves sheep and lambs, but is slowly learning that stalking is more fun than chasing.
It is also the first spring for my pond. I’ve introduced a few plants and already water beetles and pond skaters have made it their home. I could watch them, mesmerised, for hours.
Finally, this is my first spring attempting to garden with both a young dog and four chickens. Holly gets less free time in the garden now (until she learns she can’t eat the chickens), but while the puppy damage is healing, new scars are appearing curtesy of the chickens. I’m sure we’ll find a happy medium eventually…
While we all hope for a better summer than last year, we hold our breath to see what impact such a long delay in spring weather will have on us, our wildlife, and our farmers.