Hello!
I hope you have had a wonderful week. It barely rained. It’s a miracle. I dried several washings outside from start to finish. Phew.
This is our weekly post in which we chart the minutiae of the seasons week by week. I tell you something that I have noticed or done or eaten (etc…) that felt particularly ‘this week in the year’, and then you tell me yours, in the comments. At the end of the month, which is next Tuesday, I compile our month’s worth of comments into a big long beautiful poem (of sorts) of the past month, and then we begin it all over again.
Here’s mine:
White froth in the woods
Yes it’s that week. You know the one. When EVERYTHING white and fluffy flowers at once. In our local woods we have: cow parsley, wild garlic, bird cherry, hawthorn and several others that I’m not quite sure of. It’s a fluffy, soft, white delight. Yes there are also bluebells and golden daffodils and lemon coloured oxslips in the forest edges, but really this moment is all about white. I love this moment in the woods more than any other and am going to make sure I get there every week until the canopy closes over.
And just as a bonus noticing: it is also the moment in the year when random corners at the edge of the park that you’ve been walking past all winter suddenly look like they’ve been planted up for Chelsea Flower Show.
That’s it from me.
Let me know what you have seen/done/baked/bought/smelt that has felt particularly ‘this week’
We live near a heronry (a wonderful word I have just discovered) and have been keenly observing one nest which is inaccessible enough to humans for the herons to feel safe, but visible enough to see the chicks' weird little heads bobbing about! I'm excited because I've seen the juveniles before but I've never seen them pre-fledging.
The seeds on my kitchen window sill are all sprouting at once, courgette, lettuce, beans, sunflowers, what will I do with 20 courgette plants? give them away and I'm sure something will eat at least half of them.
That fresh lime green of the beech leaves coming out in the wood, and the luminous blue of the bluebells especially on a damp day
Going into the garden at 8 pm and hearing the cacophony of birdsong