Today, in the small mountain kingdom of Trelystan we have been blessed with skies the colour of the flash of blue on a Jay's wing.
One might be beguiled into thinking that spring had arrived. Already primroses are shyly showing their pale faces alongside snowdrops and some of our native daffodils will not be far behind. In the trees' canopy small birds flutter and sing their small hearts out, they too responding to this early warmth. We remind ourselves that there is time yet for a cold snap - indeed there is frost on the windscreen of the car this evening.
As I shut the hens in at dusk I stand a while and listen to owls across the field. I identify 3 calling in Badnage Wood; 2 males hoot and a female screeches eerily in response. From the steep sided Trelystan Dingle another male joins in, his cry is soft and echoes out from this deep and wooded place. It is an orchestra of owls.
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Yes, the signs are all there, but as you say there could still be acold snap.
I've had primroses out for some time, but first first teta tet daffodil is flowering this morning.
I love listening to the owls too!
Yesterday was indeed all springy and today it could be anything, but my money's on November. Hands too cold to type. Love your hedge, below. Hate your spider, below!
beautiful, you always paint such wonderful pictures with your words.
Beautiful primrose and love the sound of owls.
I too, felt as though spring had arrived as I had the back door open this evening, listening to the bird song. It calms the soul.
Lovely post.
Crystal xx
Yes very spring like today..fingers crossed.
I could do with a cold snap. Everything is rushing to come out and the Spring show isn't for another month.
I love your description of the owls,and the picture of the primrose
Yes it definatly feels like spring, yesterday we rendered the walls or part of them a bit of sunshine does us good, primrose's and a caterpillar!!! have been spotted here xx
Echo Zoe.
Beautifully written Mountainear
What a lovely poetic blog.
Came here from Mother's Pride. My word, you have a great turn of phrase.
My favourite is ``sky the colour of the flash of blue on a Jay's wing.''
It is much better for the lambs. They are quite amusing seeing them play in the warm spring-like sunshine.
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