So, Spring arrived yesterday and glorious it was too. After a frosty start, it was bright, clear and pleasantly warm – 12 degrees Celsius (just under 54 degrees in old money). The sun shone, the birds sang, tiny flying insects buzzed (where do they all come from in such a short period of time) and the neighbourhood was deafened by the sound of dozens of lawn mowers.
Naturally, at the first sign of decent weather, Ms Playchute decided that yesterday was the day to drain the pond and attack the garden. So, she spent most of the daylight hours toiling away and I offered token physical support (but a huge quantity of moral support). In spite of my better judgement, I did mow the lawn at her request (I think there must be a European directive against indulging in such activities so early in year but when one’s sweetheart makes a request…). Continue reading “20 March 2011”