Spring is sprung, the grass is riz.
I wonder where the birdies is.
They say the birdies on the wing, but that’s absurd.
I always thought the wing was on the bird.
anonymous, though a favourite of the great Spike Milligan.
Very little need for too many words at this glorious time of year.
Le Perchoir in southwest France feels like it is coming to life again. After the damp of winter, we have already had some gloriously warm, sunny days with temperatures topping 25 degrees centigrade. The local fields, hedgerows, verges and woodlands are a haven for flora and fauna.
As the latest of the narcissi appear, tulips take centre stage. Wild tulips dot the verges, banks and hedgerows.
Beautiful lime green leaves starting to burst from trees and shrubs and blossom emerging from every burgeoning bud.
The plum blossom now in full, blousy show.
Early purple orchids peeking out; a taster of things to come. They are the first type of many different varieties that will peak in April and on well into May.
Kermit the tree frog is back again, with a chorus of friends who sing through the shorter evenings and warmer nights.
Meadows are full of ‘Ladies Smock’ and ‘Snake’s Head Fritillaries that have all benefitted from the winter rains.
Bye bye winter. At last.
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