A balmy 10 degrees tonight ,so warm .

Well flowers don't only attract bees ,,,they attract lovers of flowers as well ,so this week past I have met such a great lot of people that have come from all corners to enjoy the snowdrops .Each year I think that they can't get better ,but they do ,mind you I'm spending a lot of time on me knees spreading them further .There are lots of croccuses amongst them now and the winter aconite is starting to spread [the little yellow flower].All in all it's a beautiful scene and you will catch me walking in amonst them at least 4 times a day !!! on a hot day the perfume is quite overpower .

             I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of some WWOOFers ,any WWOOFers ,I have so many good jobs lined up before the fire ban goes on .I hope that you are all getting as much pleasure from the spring and those friends in the northern hemisphere are having a pleasant autumn.Kind thoughts to you all ....

Springtime-Singtime

Greetings from a wet Sunday afternoon ,an unusual event in Cambrian .Well the spring has surely arrived ,a little bit early ,but not unwelcome .Most of the snowdrops are out now ,and a few crocuses,
even the first 'rail-trailers' have called by.It's a nice feeling that the village will come to life again ,both botanically and socially ,not that the winter was too quiet,I did manage a quick trip to Auckland to see my mother ,nearly 99 !!  sorry to those that I didn't get to see ,but visiting her was the priority. Anyway ,back in Cambrian now and bloody excited to see what the spring will bring .
        I am not often moved to actually write down what I'm feeling ,but a couple of days ago I was sitting outside having my morning coffee and started musing on the birdsongs that I could hear .Bare with me .....    Spring time -Sing time "

As I sit here in the morning sun ....the spring warmth upon my back ,
with my ears open and my eyes closed  ...this is what I hear .
A passing flight of four discordant herons....                                      argueing over partner rights and nesting sites.
The piercing whistle of the many starlings ....preparing to make their annual nest in my ceiling ...
The shrill shout of the little chaffinch. 
The reverberating yodel of the frantic magpies...                                as they swoop about the skies trying to tag each other.
The glorious trilling of the unseen little warbler.
And the harsh strident call of the monogamous paradise ducks.
The glorious harmonies of the humble thrush 
and the raucous revellie of the randy rooster.
Above all this I observe the screeching hawke calling for a mate .
and the cunning cormorant saying nothing ,but watching the stream!
 No large auditorium...,no sound system 
  No central heating ....no screaming crowd
  just mother natures "symphony of Spring"
  played out in the 'central sun,,before an audience of ONE !