Spring

It has been something of a disappointing spring so far. There is the jelly lichen of the previous post, not up to snuff.

The new daffodil bed is not thriving and I cannot blame the weather as the daffodils out the front, under BH care, are doing fine.

The celandines are up but not very glorious. No glorious carpet of yellow on sunny mornings at all.

The snowdrops have come up but have declined to flower. Gardener jargon for which we recently learned to be come up blind.

The winter aconites did not come up all.

On the upside, primroses have seeded all over the back garden and are flowering nicely. They should look well in a few years time. And, this morning, I saw a goldfinch, loud and clear, on the fence of Pound Lane School of all places. Apart from a few coal tits here and there, the first decent tweet for weeks.

So this afternoon we decided it was time to erect the newly arrived bee hotel, cunningly designed to suit all kinds of solitary bees. I have seen larger versions in gardens run by people like the National Trust, so we shall see how this one does.