Tramping up the hill
In the deep dusk
To shut the henhouse for the night,
I saw, even in the dim light,
Light buds on the apple tree
And, with the light of my torch,
A budding fresh greenness
At the ends of the flowering currant.
The bird cherry tree buds
Are swelling with new life
And the gorse looks sturdily leaved,
Ready to flower before too long.
If the bees have survived the winter in the chimney,
(the honey has stopped dripping),
They might come out for that.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.
Do you have any favourite relaxing TV series or films?



, and there are early signs of spring, even here, though the general dampness keeps things feeling cold. Mind you, our back door moat ran 

