The met office declares spring!

Oliver Taylor Esq

Well the Met office declared Spring this morning but Ollie could have told them that the time had come and the air was definitely more clement. He began his spring ambles - padding determinedly about the garden with a certain air of authority as befits a farmhouse cat with important work -to do checking out those hidden corners and generally conducting cat business. He dozed off in the stables though in Belles freshly laid bed and was not a bit pleased to be disturbed by a mere horse!



The gloriously mild and clement morning sent the birds into ecstasy and allowed the horses to go out without their rugs for the first time this year - two events in no way related but both weather dependant and some how part of the day that started for us with the faintest frost on the silage bales in the courtyard and glowed in a low golden sunshine until dusk.

Charles spent the day repainting the gates and scrubbing the garden walls whilst I in turn set about scrubbing the garden furniture with gusto and by this afternoon I had finished five sets gleaming in the sunshine...........only another five to go. Why so many? well I do like to make hidden corners for guest to find and each one is placed in the perfect one for one mood or as Ollie would say, one nap in the sunshine.




Dolly is now officially two and growing into a fine filly very popular with the local walkers that pass by on the footpath "Where's Dolly they say!" if she has ambled off into another field - obviously she is a horse with a private life and her own circle of friends!





Little April is looking very sleek this year as she is not in foal and enjoying every moment as a lady who lunches...........and suppers ........and dines, but we can not complain after she gave us the lovely Archie last year. Maybe next year April? The other horse were positioned against the sun so not today for the internet



April above Perranuthnoe village in her field just below the garden.





I started to remove the covers from the Agaves today





a wild corner of the garden where the daffodils are just starting to break with convenient, automatic grass trimmers know as rabbits