And why am I talking like this? Why can’t I just say the
buds are forming on the trees so I sound prosaic instead of pretentious? I
suppose it’s because I’m trying to locate the writer who used to live here. It’s
clear I haven’t found him yet, but please don’t shoot the guy who is just out searching
the orphanage for his long lost brother.
There I go again.
I also saw six or seven honey bees today, feeding, or trying
to feed, on the wintry-white snowdrops. I’ve never seen bees feeding on
snowdrops before, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen bees out this early in the
year. Maybe it’s normal; maybe I just didn’t notice. If it isn’t, then I have
to wonder whether the bees are simply responding to the current temperate
conditions, or whether they know something I don’t: that we’re heading for a
warm spring. That would be nice.
Meanwhile, two of the February chores have now been dealt
with and there are more to come next week. But today I noticed that the small
hernia – which developed when I was clearing 125ft of 4-year-overgrown hedge a couple
of years ago – has grown somewhat and become a little painful. The medics tell
me they’ll deal with it once they’re sure the cancer business has been
sorted. Life is quite the bundle of laughs at the moment.
Incidentally, the Chinese woman to whom I offered New Year
greetings last week was in the same place again on Wednesday (which is a bit odd,
but then lots of things are.) She recognised me immediately and cast the
sweetest smile in my direction. Despite being a matter of little note, it was
the biggest pleasure I got this week. And just in case you’re wondering, I did
smile back.
No comments:
Post a Comment