There are definite signs of spring, even up here in the north of England. For a couple of weeks now I have been watching the new shoots of bluebells forcing their way through the leaf mould on the woodland floor. Under the hedges there are the new shoots of lords & ladies, dogs mercury and the buds of the hawthorn are beginning to unfurl as the honeysuckle renews it's entwining grip on the hedges. Snowdrops everywhere, light up the verges and an occasional celandine shows it's brave face to the world. Spring is coming.
The birds are singing once again and the woodpeckers drum loudly all around. Nest sites are anxiously sought out and preparation begins for Robin Wren and Blackbird. The relentless, unstoppable, roll of nature through the seasons has begun. Spring is coming.
Spring is coming.
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