Which has been lovely.
As I look out of my window, all my daffodils are out. How charming you say. However, we have carefully planted daffs that come out in stages: first, the bright yellow ones, to match the forsythia and then on to the more mellow tones of palest yellow and cream, that usually flower gently under the plum blossom in the orchard.
This year, as I look out of my window, the orchard is a riot of yellow and cream daffodils, under the stark white of the plum trees. The cherry trees are also out with their riot of pink and cream. The forsythia, its garish yellow clashing violently and making one feel quite queasy, riots along the banks of the pond. Now I notice the apple trees are beginning to unfurl their leaves.
As are the oak trees
And the horse chestnut trees
And the ash trees
And the willow trees.
The grass which is a mixture of daisies and celandine.
I bring this picture of nature to you through streaming eyes, a blocked up nose and a headache.
Spring is wonderful and joyful but, like buses, I wish it wouldn't all come at once.....