It is good when I receive a communication from the other side of the world, albeit asking for some of our rain. Well William, if I could find a carrier I would send it to you.
Here is the new spring in the lawn and the path below. The old hydrangea heads must have blown over from the compost heap. We have springs because we are a conjunction of two geological strata and the water runs between them.
I was walking around the garden and the hole in the woodland left by the fallen tree from a year ago is plain to see. And that is not the only holes we have - mole holes which also act as a conduit to water.
Occasionally the sun shines - lights up miscanthus heads, leaves still on the apple and the small black berries on the privet.At least the air must be clean here, probably because a lot of it is off the sea.
This means then lichens thrive as here on an old bit of pear tree (is that canker?) I hope not - must keep and eye on it and prune and burn if it is.
It is Sunday and it poured this morning but has settled now to showery. I have been out with the blower blowing away soggy leaves from the big sycamore.
R bought a bag of tulip Queen of the Night and I have put them in the pot J and D gave us for Christmas.
The heron has been eating our frogs again.
Then the sun comes out at dusk, rainbows and a magenta sky, and lights up the Acer Sango-kaku.
Suliven is a bit of a big cobble and I am glad I do not have to strim its slopes - could be worse, could be Stac Pollaidh.
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