Well, Browning wasn't talking about this April, was he?
Wet, cold and windy; to pine for that I
think that dear Robert must have been warped. Murphy and I have decided to draw a line under the wet month. Nature held everyone back. We even have May blossom in May not April as normal.
The lengthening days are making our evening trips much more pleasant.
Flowers everywhere- bluebells in their millions, such a beautiful shade of blue - some woods look almost like lakes. The wild garlic is also in flower and any slight contact releases the aroma leaving no doubt of the species.
We sat and watched the swans fighting down by the ponds. Then I realised it was a touch of rough wooing. Lots of flying feathers and water splashing and not much tenderness involved whatsoever.
Murphy went walkabout this week again. I was fishing and he got bored and went absent without leave. Two hours he was missing, then strolled back with a nonchalant air and a "What's wrong with you?" look upon his face.
There are lots of swifts and swallows back now. They swoop down on the lakes, touch the water and away. They are not drinking but taking emerging flies. Not a great deal for the flies, if the fish don't get you, the birds will. Their solution is to emerge in vast numbers and overwhelm their predators.
I was thinking about dogs wagging their tails. It's a barometer linked to the dog's soul, showing their state of mind. Wagging, happy. Tucked, unhappy. If they had been docked, how can you tell? I bet there is no satisfaction in wagging a stump. Murphy's entire in that area, but not in others at that end of a dog. I bet that's worse!
Recently I have been promoted. My MS is now of the Primary Progressive Variety, first division stuff. Been attending the state hospital for help. I'm amazed at the state people end up in. I've made a decision that I'd prefer to enjoy my pipe, gin and good food for now and possibly curtail my life rather than spend my last few years in a nursing home.
I returned to base this evening "fishless" again and sunburnt. I think summer has arrived, although that might not be official until the first thunder storm.
My oak tree is nearly in leaf, soon I will not be able to view my visitors, the LBJ's and the squirrels. One advantage is that now we get birds using it as a performing stand to sing out to the world.
Have you been following the antics and performances of the new Lord Mayor of London.? Are we bothered, I ask myself. These Cockney's have got what they deserve- Boris.
That's it for now, but remember you're old when you remember when the only bad thing on TV was interference. See you!
PS. I just heard my first cuckoo!
