This post is brought to you courtesy of the colour yellow. We have plenty of yellow at present - daffodils in variety, marsh marigolds, tulips, primroses and early cowslips......
It's just as well. There's not much else - our landscape remains resolutely drab. Buds are loathe to burst and the grass won't grow (much to the chagrin of our farming friends who have cattle still in their winter quarters and diminishing reserves of feed). No blossom either; our fruit trees are bare. It's hard to remain upbeat in the face of this dreariness and I find myself repeating the mantra 'Spring will come. Spring will come' and at the same time regretting reading John Christopher's post-apocalyptic 'The World in Winter'.
So today I focused on the colour we have got - yellow in all its hot, cold, acid, lemon, golden or creamy glory.
There are strident yellows - Caltha palustris has formed bright clumps around the edge of the pond. I notice there is plenty of frog spawn too.
Plenty of daffodils - these two are rather brash and not really what we had in mind for down the dingle.
Strange because we originally planted only natives - Narcissus obvalaris, pretty and delicate little things. These 'garden' varieties appeared and now seem to be increasing. The result of mutation perhaps or hybridisation? The good news is that the little natives are increasing too and I hope they will hold their own against their thuggish relatives.
This little flower on the right isn't a primrose and neither is it a cowslip - a bit of a mongrel. It's very pretty and I wish there were more.
Primroses in abundance too - the Glam Ass's planting programme can be deemed a success. What's there not to like about these creamy little flowers? I think as children we used to suck the nectar from the flower heads...though they may have been cowslips. Tomorrow I will go and do a taste test....
A splash of colour's very welcome isn't it?
I think it is safe to say that our swallows have returned. I saw them first on Saturday 20th - I guess the ones that I spotted earlier in the week were just passing though, resting on the last leg of their long journey.
At least a pair are swooping in and out of the field shelter - checking if last year's nests are still OK perhaps.
Welcome home. How good it is to have them back.