I've been so rushed off my feet the last month or so that I'd barely
noticed that it was spring. I've supervised the first lawn mowing,
counted the first open daffs, seen some very amorous woodpigeons and
done basic garden chores but I hadn't really looked properly. So
it was with a touch of sadness that I finally noticed that most of the
pussy willow has already changed from silky grey bunny tails into
chartreuse tassels. But I was really pleased see that we have a little
self-seeded sloe bush growing at the end of the garden, not quiet big
enough to supply a serious sloe gin habit yet but give it five years...
