The spring weather
has been so heart-meltingly beautiful lately.
Our reward
for grounding the polluting aeroplanes has been cobalt skies and tiny twists of
white cloud. Just like the clear weather when the planes
stopped because a volcano erupted in Iceland a few years back.
And
combined with that, there has been the time to enjoy the sights of spring.
Over the
last week I have stood with Nigel and Pascoe and watched:
a coot diving to the bottom of a moat, then
rising swiftly upwards as if in an elevator,
male
moorhens battling over territory like an aquatic display of cock fighting,
a little
grebe hunting for food by zipping along underwater.
“What is
this world if, full of care,
We have no
time to stand and stare?”
In the warm
weather this week, I’ve had my first sightings of the fabulously colourful brimstone,
peacock and tortoiseshell butterflies.
Not to
mention the naughty bee fly with its intriguing life cycle.
Violets and
wood anemones are blossoming and bluebell leaves are pushing through, readying
themselves to blossom in a month’s time.
So it’s
going to be tough if we stop being allowed out to exercise.
But just
like with the planes stopping, there’s always an upside: perhaps the wildlife
will be glad to have a break from us disruptive humans!
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