There are daffodils and clumps of white violets by the lane, and still some snowdrops in the small copse by the junction with the B4084. The more ornamental trees arrived first thing, root balled in burlap. It seemed improbable that such small root balls should anchor such large trees, but they appear to be healthy, and will be planted close to the house. Alison and I did some arranging in the greenhouse of irrigation tubes and electric blankets for seedlings, and washed up some of the propagation trays.
A budwatch survey to the north of the grounds revealed:
- wild rose leaves continuing to open slowly in palest green
- the pussy willow in full splendour
- incipient blossom on the blackthorn
- an elder beside our neighbours' barn, with grey-green leaves starting to spread
- bramble ditto, producing buds and leaves already - they must like the sheltered spot, as there are still no signs in the other hedges
The great tits were giving their peep-peep grrr alarm call. But the dead
grass snake, which had probably come out of hibernation a bit early (I know the feeling), had disappeared.
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