Spring is springing
At last the days of drab and drear have come to an end...today we actually had some sunshine. This morning the roads and paths were dry at dawn although the grass was still very wet from overnight condensation but by teatime that too was dry or sufficiently so to take the lawn mower from winter storage for the first time this year.
I only cut half of the back before I tired and my excuse for stopping was that light was fading, though I could have cut the second half if I had really wanted to.
Now the night is well on. The half moon illuminates high cirrous cloud but there is not enough of either to generate a halo...and here and there stars twinkle brightly and at the back of the house there is little enough man made light to interfere with the enjoyment of it.It is still. Very still. The only sound that of a distant plane, whining like some muffled dental drill....and the smell of freshly cut grass pervades the air though it is a gentler smell in the dark than it would have been in the glare of midday sun. I wonder if hedgehog will show up again this year, or at least leave his little dark visiting cards where he has been the night before.The mole hills are fast disappearing:poor mole: his life was too great a price to pay for his ravages.He should have stopped after he had cleaned out the compost bin of all its worms...thus destroying at one gorging the best mini ecosystem ever for turning kitchen and garden waste into compost...now the process continues at a slower rate without the worms...
and mole is long gone, trapped by his own insistence that his hills were more important than the apology of a grass patch which I dare sometimes to call a lawn.
I only cut half of the back before I tired and my excuse for stopping was that light was fading, though I could have cut the second half if I had really wanted to.
Now the night is well on. The half moon illuminates high cirrous cloud but there is not enough of either to generate a halo...and here and there stars twinkle brightly and at the back of the house there is little enough man made light to interfere with the enjoyment of it.It is still. Very still. The only sound that of a distant plane, whining like some muffled dental drill....and the smell of freshly cut grass pervades the air though it is a gentler smell in the dark than it would have been in the glare of midday sun. I wonder if hedgehog will show up again this year, or at least leave his little dark visiting cards where he has been the night before.The mole hills are fast disappearing:poor mole: his life was too great a price to pay for his ravages.He should have stopped after he had cleaned out the compost bin of all its worms...thus destroying at one gorging the best mini ecosystem ever for turning kitchen and garden waste into compost...now the process continues at a slower rate without the worms...
and mole is long gone, trapped by his own insistence that his hills were more important than the apology of a grass patch which I dare sometimes to call a lawn.