Still snowing. The Queen’s birthday, 21st April, and the weather is insisting that it’s only January. The wind has changed direction, about 180 degrees, and has strengthened a lot. So my gates are blocked and would need digging out, plus a path from the gates to the house. Where the wind has blown the snow off the trees, I can see colour of leaves, and some whiteness of blossom. I can’t believe the blossom will survive to become fruit, but I hope hope hope. Also hope the poor young bees and other pollinators have found somewhere warm to shelter.
Time to light the fire again. It’s 3 degrees outside, so there must be a thaw in progress, but it’s going to take a while…
The wind has changed direction, the weathervane whipping round from SE to NE
This morning. Thursday 20th April (my birthday, as it happens). Several trees weighed down by blossom, the daffodils, tulips, wild violets all blooming with life and colour. Now? We’ll see what survives this wintery onslaught. Oh Spring, where art thou?
At Easter, three days ago we were sitting here enjoying a cup of tea in the afternoon sunshine.
This poor apple tree might just bear fruit this year, since the blossom is still in tight bud. But we’ll have to wait and see.
Great lumps of snow slither and thump to the ground
The dirty smudges on the image are fat snowflakes falling.
This corcodus (mirabel/cherry plum) tree is covered in blossom. Now? I doubt if we’ll have any fruit this year either.