Found in the garden of some lovely friends…..

Primroses and Toadstools

Leaving their place, I spotted my first Bluebell of the year, just about to open, beside the stream in the village.

First Bluebell by a stream

We thought Spring had arrived but, as is the nature of April, today has been full of showers (and a bitter wind.) Spring really is coming, see above. Here is a poem, by Sara Teasdale, that sums up April rather well.

April – Sara Teasdale

The roofs are shining from the rain.
The sparrows tritter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree–
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.