When will my May come, that I may embrace thee?
When will the hour be of my soules joying?
Richard Barnfield (1574-1627)
Yes, I know. He was speaking of unrequited love - he wasn't getting his oats. Well, I'm not getting my fair measure of sunshine and it is (almost) equally frustrating.
So, on one of my all-too-frequent visits to Daventry, I found myself facing biting winds and cold drizzle - again. To be fair, Chris and I had spent a pleasant hour or so on our allotment during the morning, in dry conditions and a few glimpses of sunshine. Our resident, very tame cock blackbird was there to keep us company and help to control the earthworm population.
|A blackbird conducts an anti-worm patrol on our allotment.|
27 April, 2017