Spring has sprung,
the grass has riz,
I wonder wheah de boidies is?
Well, the short English summer has begun. 'Short?' you say, 'why it's the beginning of May, which would give it several months until summer ends in September.' Ha! But the weather, she does not necessarily agree with the schedule. Last year summer was in April. This year, it appears to be in May. One hopes it will hold out, but there are no guarantees.
And so, one of our apple trees is in full blossom, with another nearly there.
The plum tree blossoms have come and gone. The parrot tulips are nearly spent.
The bluebells are in full swing,
And all the little furry creatures have come out.
As have the slightly larger ones (with long sharp claws and nasty pointy teeth - look at the bones!), bringing presents to their masters despite the very loud bells on their collars (put on them one day when the second still-live songbird was brought into the house in an afternoon):
This is the second one of these we've gotten. (I glanced at the first one, thinking it was just one of their fluffy toys.) Lucky charms?
But I shall leave you with one of the magnificent sunsets from our window (happily keeping us from looking inside the house):