High and cold winds buffet us, snow flurries continue to plague us and frosts at night are the bane of early morning car windscreen scrapers everywhere.
It's cold in the Medlar House Garden too. The Amelanchier ( a pretty little bush which has soft pinky white flowers,) is doing its best to flower but though it should be out in a couple of weeks it's only at the bud stage now. Very small buds.
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| Will it ever look like this again? |
The Primulas are keeping low to the ground and the flowers are tiny.
Don't even ask about my Auriculas. It breaks my heart to say the prolonged cold has killed off a lot of them.
Down in the roots of the Medlar Tree all is quiet. You can hear the odd snore and snuffle.
Up in the branches of the Medlar Tree, the House Sparrows are having a chirping time. They seem impervious to the bad weather, these bouncy little birds. "Wake up... wake up, " they seem to be saying. But all the Medlar House Mice sleep on.
Did I say...all.?
No, one little mouse has been woken by the lovely rays of sunshine we have had today. She stretches and yawns. It's Dainty the little white Dormouse. Dainty has a long furry tail unlike her cousins the other mice whose tails are thinner. Her whiskers are long too, her eyes are large, black and beady and her ears small like her cousin, the Harvest Mice.
Go back to sleep Dainty. It's too cold to be up and about. I know that you are supposed to wake up in April and start foraging for food but really, it isn't nice out here.
Take a leaf out of your brother, Ditsy's book.
Keep snoring.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
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