Note on a Fine Afternoon.

The weather is being pleasantly but worryingly unseasonal at the moment. It’s only April 20^th but it looks and feels like a glorious day in Flaming June out there. My bare arms are getting their first exposure to the heat of the sun, the butterflies are happily fluttering, and the bees are up and about. But the topsoil is turning to dust.

The last time we had an April like this was in 2007, and April was virtually all the summer we had that year. I remember worrying about the migrant birds and the bats hunting for flying insects through the cold rain much of the time. I get the feeling that the sense of balance in the climate is becoming a little unsteady these days.

No news from the hospital yet.

Off to do more work in the garden.