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We have had just 3 mm of rain this month. The average for April in London is around 40 mm with 10 to 16 rainy days. We have had just one this month. In a couple more weeks our barrels will be dry. At least, we have a tap. I think of farms and how they suffer at times like …
The garden is full of spring. At the front of the garden we have the pink cherry with its showy blossom, intermingling with the white blossom of the hawthorn, also known as the May Tree. Here ard there in the garden are three cornered leeks, like white bluebells, the latter around too. The old regulars: marigolds and kerria keep on …
It’s around 12 degrees but feels colder because of the chilly wind. The sun comes in and out of the clouds. We have been donated a few tadpoles. Yesterday, they were together, more of less, so very visible. Today, they have dispersed and are hard to spot. Tadpoles don’t stay together. They have no collective sense. They are fishlike and …
It is the spring equinox today, when we have equal night and day. After today, the days win out over the nights. From 12 hours at the equinox, the day length will extend to 16 hours by midsummer. Today also hails astronomical spring, as opposed to meteorological spring which began on March 1st. Where are the tadpoles? I search the …
Today is the first day of Meteorological spring, covering the three months March, April and May. The year is divided up into four three monthly seasons in this splitting of the year. Astronomical spring begins on the equinox which falls on 20 March this year. It is the day of equal day and night, from when the northern hemisphere begins …
This time of year, we become very aware of trees. The leaves of deciduous trees are going yellow and some like the cherry tree going red too. The big month for leaf fall is actually November which is less than a week away. By December, we’ll have bare, skeletal branches, in the garden and along Earlham Grove. I went around …
This week, I have been on search for the Witch’s Tree in Bush Wood, woodland at the northern end of Wanstead Flats. I tried to find it nine months ago for my latest crime novel. I couldn’t find it and decided that one of the characters couldn’t find it either. Well, he does in the end and is found murdered under the canopy.
The silver birch too is in leaf, tiny as yet, not that the leaves get any great size. Last week, there were only male catkins, yellow like dangling earrings. But, all of a sudden, the female catkins have arrived. They are reddish, quite a bit smaller.
