Week 5
Neeps and tatties
Hello! I hope you have had a good week. Here there has been wafts of sarcococca at the door, running water underfoot, and I finally saw my first snowdrop in the woods, after feeling jealous of all of you last week…
This is our weekly community post in which we track the seasons week by week, asking ourselves ‘what has been particularly ‘this week’ about this week of the year?’. Normally I then sift through them and pick my favourites and they go into the monthly poem but this Friday being so close to the end of the month I am afraid is going to be one of those odd floating weeks that we have every now and then that doesn’t make it in. It will have to be it’s own poem!
Here’s mine:
Neeps and tatties
…and haggis, of course. It was Burns Night and I hadn’t made a plan but was in the greengrocers and spotted the last couple of swedes and nabbed them and went on a haggis hunt. We had Haggis, neeps and tatties, candlelight and a couple of poems.
Before I hand over to you please remember to line up your ‘Usual Spots’ for the chat on Sunday, which will be the 1st Sunday of the new month. We all take a snap of the same spot each month, and share them in the chat to see how they change through the seasons. They will not be dramatically different to January (unless yours is covered in a thick blanket of snow of course!) but we play the long game here.
Now over to you: what have you eaten/spotted/smelt etc…this week that felt seasonal and of the moment? Answers in the comments please.
Near constant rain, nothing serious, just dreary. Making the most of rare clearer moments when the clouds part to enjoy the now noticeable lighter evenings, the robin’s song, a definite fragrance of early spring flowers (there are bushes with tiny white flowers with a strong fragrance, can never remember their name) the moon getting fuller and crossing the Pleiades, Jupiter, Orion and Sirius looking gorgeous on a calm, clear night. No frost, but fog. And then rain again…
Watching some blue tits investigating the bird box on my garage wall popping in and out of the hole and then sitting on an old rosebush nearby chirping excitedly. I do hope they like what they see.