Possibilities....

 Wet, wet, wet, everywhere. Streams full to bursting, fields turned into lakes, so much rain. 

Apparently we have had the warmest March since whenever. 

The pond is now full of water and leaves, after being dry for most of last year, so I pulled out some of the grot - gently, of course because several frogs were plopping about. And then - frogspawn!  

We have never had spawn in the pond, or at least I have never seen any. 

Lovely surprise,

Of course, the rest of the garden has gone mad but if we continue to have a few dry hours a day then it can be contained.

Not controlled, never controlled. It is Nature, after all.

..and endings.

 This has been so difficult to approach. The end of a life is so much more than sadness and loss.

A great friend, the partner of a very dear friend and a big part of our extended family, has gone. 

Somewhere on a sun-warmed beach (under which lurks an un-named worm), a glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes and a searching of the blue, blue sky for vapour trails......

Learning to Fly.

A close word, sibling.

Is time a piece of string? an elastic band? a buy product of the industrial revolution?
Whatever, I had thought I'd got used to it, able to manage its vagaries and then last Thursday happened.
Time stopped. Then stretched.

That explained why no birthday wishes, no call, no catch-up.

Gone.
And now I awake and the day goes on and on until it is eventually time for bed, days since I woke up.

(From April 2018, R.I.P. Curly Pete)

Plot

 T ip-toe,                       

W atch,                    

E xplore.  

         

N ettles,                     

T hisles,                 

E arwigs,             

Y icks!.                

T ickle,               

W iggle,              

O lay!!                      

Red or blue?

New boots, new boots

New boots, yeah!

Red boots, red boots,

Rah, rah, rah!

M.V. part 2

 What if God was one of us?

What if God was a slob like us?

A stranger on a bus

Just trying to get home?

Green, green grass

Blue, blue sky,

You'd better have a party

On the day that I die.

It's springy!

 The year turns and the sun is shining. The wind has dropped and it was warm enough on the plot to take off both fleece and jumper. Yesterday was what our family refer to as the 'infernal' equinox (we all seem to suffer from colds, coughs and general "get-rid-of-the-rubbish' malaise at this time.)

The dandelions and primroses were providing food for bees (both bumble and honey) and butterflies ( possibly a small tortoise shell). Robins and Bluetits were chirruping away in the trees - and the trees are starting to feel, if not warm, then not as cold as they were.

Planted a pretty primrose and some phlox (creeping, I think) and did a bit of pruning on the apple trees.

There are so many different types of bug, beetle and various insects, I should really invest in a proper guide.

This is one I still haven't identified (well, at least I did have the camera to take a piccy!).

Update!

(having bought an identifier)

might be Nezara viridula, although book says not in British Isles.