One of my very favourite Simon and Garfunkel tracks from the Sounds of Silence album... remember that one, heavens did those songs make an impression or what, though gone are the days when I could play that opening guitar riff.
And in the olden days too, when we used to make wine (didn't we all in the 1970s) tradition had it that April 23rd was the day to pick dandelions for wine. Now we no longer have those demi-johns bubbling away in the corner of the kitchen, but just the week before the 23rd we were pronouncing it a rubbish year for dandelions, not one to be seen, yet there they were, carpets of them miraculously appearing on the very day.
April is trying very hard to succeed down here though it is still might chilly, but finally some long-awaited colour is creeping into the hedgerows...
Daisies on the grass (I hesitate to call it a lawn this early in the year), dandelions looking gorgeous, if only they weren't weeds, Devonshire Violets, Celandine, a solitary Bluebell up in the woods, the precursor of zilllions in about two weeks time, Periwinkle, Gorse blazing out around the field hedgerows and there in the middle, apple blossom thinking about what to do next.
And still banks of primroses...
In other news...sometimes the clouds are as mesmerising as the view, and yesterday was a good day for nice clouds hovering over greening fields...
...was this a dog I saw trotting over...
Things popping up down your way yet??
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