SEVERAL POINTS OF VIEW (AND ASPARAGUS)

It is Monday morning and the sun is beating down from a blue sky, a strong wind is rushing away to the west dragging ragged rooks over the trees.
We are sitting in a breezeless corner at the front of the house, there are no contrails in the sky, cannot hear the few vehicles on the main road. 
I am wearing my moth-eaten straw hat to protect my bald patch and the tops of my ears.
We can see to Heysham twenty miles away and beyond down the Lancashire coast. The light is dancing in the bay.
We have walked the garden - a new horse chestnut in the wood, the pink tree peony is out as is the yellow one - grown from a cutting of my mother's plant, a woodpecker jackhammers a tree.
  The greengage and plum blossom are all but over.
  Sycamore seedlings are taking over the wood, vying with wild garlic.
  Yesterday our son R turned up to sit outside the extension, safe distancing, to chat and bemoan the fact that he was in his new house alone surrounded by building work.
  The garden is wrapped in birdsong, not the chatter of martins and swallows, yet, but we have seen three not far away.
With wrens, robins, both thrushes and blackbirds the garden is not a quiet place, especially if the ducks quack and the pheasants squawk.
 
   The ash trees are in flower and there is much young leaf colour - the sycamore, so drab in the autumn, so bright now.
 

 
But the blast of white honesty on the way down to the pond is wonderful.

With the virus the veg beds have had a lot of attention and look better than they have for years.

Sometimes I go to the far end of the garden by a dry stone wall covered in moss and sit on a box looking back up the garden. 

There are three places to sit by the house - depending on where the sun is and from where the wind is coming. All photos taken in the early morning so as the sun goes around so do we.

There are other such places apart from by the house such as an old beam in the top wood. This is a place to escape.

In there early days of the garden we had to have a tree cut down because of honey fungus. The trunk was made into a seat but it is now so rotten that is not practical - anyway the last time I sat on it I found that red ants had made it their home.

Down by the pond is a small area of decking and, yes, another seat with a view up the garden.

We have harvested our first asparagus, streamed and eaten with melted butter!