Spring

It's trying so hard. Hedging is over -- the first buds broke on the hawthorn three weeks ago, but they haven't done much since. The bees in the new hazel coppice are out looking for catkins in warm sun, but I daren't open them up for a look. I've tidied up the woodshed, but there's still a stream of logs going indoors.

All I can do is wait. I don't mind -- it's just so exciting.