Our village contingent of swallows returned today from Africa - a little flock noisily wheeling about then 'our two' diving straight into the nesting place above the studio window. Isn't it amazing that they can do that? It occurs to me I have just had the gutters cleaned and that is probably where they find the mud to mend their nests. Oh dear. Sorry swallows!
I could hear a cuckoo further up the glen, and saw the first butterfly - white, but too big to be an orange tip.
Gorgeous sunny day again and I've been clearing and weeding and dividing and planting and watering....
It is so lovely to have the doors and windows open, and Mozart wafting out.
And to think about the hammock and check if it survived the winter..