It was lovely walking along the canal on Mothering Sunday last weekend. The Black Thorn in blossom and looking as if there will be plenty of fruit to make Sloe Gin later in the year.
The Pussy-willow catkins have now almost lost their silver-grey fur coats and are laden with pollen for the Bees.
Hazel catkins blowing in the breeze like newborn lambs tails.
Fresh leaves on the Hawthorn hedge and the first signs of May blossom forming.
A male Mallard going round in circles, impressing his mate!
Yes, someone is home, there is smoke coming out of the chimney stack.
Everywhere blossom forming,
berries left over from the Autumn
Jim looks out of the barge window, but where is Rosie?
and reflections everywhere.