It was bright and mild in the Shire today, and I saw several
bees feeding on the early spring flowers in the garden and on the embankments.
I told myself not to see this as the precursor of summer because in the month
of March it might only be the precursor of winter’s late sting, but it was good
to see them anyway.
At twilight I looked for the return of the bats, but no luck there. Maybe they have the gift of foresight. And I’ve started to find ladybirds wandering the floors in the house. They hibernate around the south-facing window frames in the autumn, and it seems that some of them now want to be about their business. Unfortunately, they’re going in the wrong direction. Such are the perils of life.
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