April morning summer come soon
Clouds follow after
Morning sun is hidden by noon
Day shrouded over
This lyric seemed appropriate today, as snow moved in at lunchtime. To see which commendable album contains this song, click here.
Before the snow set in, a Sunday morning walk developed a theme of old habitations.
This flint wall and surrounding rubble was found in a copse in the middle of open fields, far from anywhere. There was a well, so there was presumably a farm or even a hamlet here at one time. What was their story, I wonder? Nearer the village centre, beside the path between Upper Street and The Avenue, a piece of waste land has perhaps the richest selection of plants in the area - happily recovering from the scrub that has now been removed. Some are native plants, and some are doubtless escapees, but one individual among the variety was this one. Perhaps someone can identify it?
In another area, there was a clump of another escapee - the appropriately-named Glory of the Snow.
And then the snow came down.......and although it may not seem much to those of you who have spent the winter under feet of the stuff, it's exciting to us who don't see it very often.