The Barn Swallows are home, swooping and swirling through the air, scooping up little insects as they go. Judging by the activity near the barn I suspect that the beautiful nest they used last year, tucked high up in the roof timbers of the barn, has been deemed suitable for 2020 use.
All very exciting, especially during these days when so much time is spent in and around home!
Yesterday evening I was thrilled to spot bats swooping around - munching on flying food. Despite their bad publicity, I love those little creatures. Sitting out on the patio and watching them fly around is one of the delights of the season.
I made a loaf of herby bread - I simply made a batch of basic white dough, let it rise, knocked it back and then spread it with freshly made mustard, grated Parmesan cheese, and chopped wild garlic. Roll it up, pop it into a loaf tin, bake.
Not much to look at, maybe, but it was delicious served with homemade soup on a day when the cold wind was blowing in off the North Sea coastline.
It looks as though it could be a good year for sloes, look at that blossom.
Time for a nap!
Anyone would think they had been mowing lawns, planting veggies, etc.
The pace of my days seems to be slowing. There is plenty to do, but plenty of time to do it in, and yet the days seem to whizz by.
I almost feel as though I am sleepwalking through Spring, there is an air of unreality about things.
The lane is generally pretty quiet these days, just the usual tractors and the occasional delivery van, lots of cyclists - quite a number are lycra clad, but there are others who have obviously dug out a ong neglected bike from the back of the shed and have decided to use it for their hour of outdoor activity. Few walkers cut through the field, but I have noticed that more walkers are coming along the lane.
I have also noticed that there is an increase in the amount of rubbish which is piling up along the verges - chocolate wrappers, headache tablet boxes, crisp bags, cider cans, lager cans, rum bottle, gin bottle, three dry slices of thick white bread (not homemade!!).
Not so terribly different from the normal range of rubbish, except that there are no high energy cans, no coffee cups, takeaway containers or sandwich wrappers.
Obviously the birds took care of the bread, but the rest of it will stay there until I feel that I can safely womble and clean the rubbish away. It doesn't look as though that is going to be any time soon.
Right, I am going out to watch the bats for a while.
Have a lovely evening.
Wash your hands - which reminds me, is anyone else having trouble with the skin on their hands? I swear that all this washing is turning the backs of my hands into crocodile/alligator skin, despite all the E45 I keep applying.