Such a Good Friday.

Another warm, sunny day - no need for our wellington boots, they can stay on the rack. 

After breakfast we go for a walk in the woods. It is the perfect place to be, there is just a light canopy of unfolding leaves, not dense enough as yet to suppress the riot of flowers underfoot. The birdsong is wonderful, as is the delicate scent of the bluebells.

There are bluebells in the garden

and camassia.

When we get back from our walk there are presents from neighbours, some chocolate eggs from Elaine with the return of a plate

and half a dozen eggs from Kim and Andy from their rescue hens, such a good size that they will hardly fit into our eggcups!

Then it's to work on the veg plot. Luckily it is a private garden so I can wear whatever I like. Such glorious weather today that I'm in bikini top, scare the horses shorts, Dad's old socks and ancient fell boots.

Happy woman!

Comfort.

I wear my Dad's socks when I walk

or work upon the garden plot.

They're woollen warm,

long up the leg in old man colours,

greys and lovatt green.

We walked together all my life

in step

on good days and on bad.

I'll take such comfort as I can

and wear my Dad's socks when I walk.

The trees and hedgerows are so full of blossom that they resemble a Helen Allingham painting.

'Garden in Spring' by Helen Allingham

 (1848 - 1926)

She is famous for painting idealised 'picturesque' country scenes at a time when the reality of living in a small house in the country was generally rather grim. 

The vegetable patch, with plants and seeds securely netted against marauding pigeons.

It's been a wonderful day.

Wishing you a very Happy Easter