I really am scraping the barrel as they say with words of wisdom. A thought for the day ripped off my calendar . I never got one this year. I promised I would buy one once Christmas was over . Then it went on to January and Febuary . Many places had run out of stocks and by March with one quarter of the year gone Amazon had some at double the price they should be . Being ever so frugal I made the choice to wait another month and see if the price dropped back to what it should be and then and only then would I buy a new calendar . So instead I find myself scraping the barrel Rabindranath Tagore stated way back months ago that floating into my life , they no longer carry rain or usher storm but add colour to my sunset sky. A lovely thought but oddly out of place as it was morning , I was walking in bright sunshine and today felt very much like Spring . There is a smell to Spring . There is a bit of a taste to Spring . You can feel it . You
experience it . I spent last Spring wandering Wingerworth . Looking into and over hedges . Into gardens to see the new colours that out every day. Yellow - now thats a prominent Spring colour . It is a colour that warms your heart and makes you smile . I wondered what Wingerworth looked like this Spring . I had seen it in all its glory through Spring, Summer and Autumn . I missed Winter as we came here to Bangor on Dee . It is our first Spring in Wales for years .
The riverbank is exploding into colour . The yellow of celandines covered the banks with a sheen . They looked like liquid sunshine as they spread across the grass . They are being slowly replaced by the yellow fluffy heads of the Coltsfoot . The river bank is a riot of yellow . The workmen were cutting back the dead branches along the rivers edge . A sign told me not to get near to them because of Covid restrictions . Even outdoors we are still afraid to get too close to people and talk to them . I heard Paris has locked
down again due to the numbers of infections . I wondered if we would ever get back to anything close to normal . No sign of the blue flashes of the kingfishers . Too early for them perhaps .
I reached the racecourse . No racing this year yet and the season is almost over . The Hawthorn in the trees is starting to blossom . The white flowers are beginning to open and all of a sudden there are flashes of white or pale pink as the blossom unfolds . The birds are singing . We have collared doves nesting in the trees . Frogs have spawned and we wait to see the tadpoles . across a dead badger . The poor creature has been run over . Last night or the early hours of this morning . He is a young one and I feel saddened that I can do nothing to help him . The wildlife takes its chances here .
The daffodils are out . More patches of different shades of yellow and lemon . They wave their heads in the light breeze . The gardens are starting into colour
. Blue hyacynths and red flowering currants . Pieris with their hanging white blooms and winter flowering pansies . Bright orange they look cheerful .
A holiday is booked . The tunnel is booked . We had lost all our details as it is so long since we last travelled . We used our credit voucher and cross our fingers we will be able to travel . Who knows ? The EU that we are withholding the Astra Zeneca vaccine yet they dont want to use it as it causes according to them blood clots . We may not get our second doses in time for travel and have to cancel again . We have no plan . Paris has locked down again so best not to have a plan . Perhaps we will get away. We can but hope .
