It's a month since I last posted a blog about the meadow and the wood and the common and the golf course and the lane, and six weeks since I posted a seasonal round-up. We're still visiting our local place several times a week. It's been a saving grace through this pandemic, and now I've extra reason to be grateful, as I plan to write a pamphlet's worth of poems for my MA, exploring attachment to place. So I'm glad of this blog, which acts as a convenient scrapbook of the last year and a month.
Over the last six weeks, winter has departed and spring has established a foothold, with blossom and flowers blooming fearlessly (albeit a little later than last year).
hawthorn and bluebells, my favourite combination