I have no time.............

Crows in a tree at Ednovean Farm

I drove though the high narrow lanes today between St Hilary and St Erth, the lanes framed by the gaunt twisted trees still bare and stark in the beauty of their sinuous naked forms. Natures palette still restrained by the last breath of winter, in russet deepening to richer browns, under a sullen grey sky. The catkins are there already, dangling incongruously along my route to the glamorous destination of the local tip bearing a mattress now replaced with a pump new one. Open gateways with views suddenly revealed by an until the lane closed in again, framed by the sinuous archway of branches.

The fields lay tidily abandoned today, the soil tilled into neat order, as we have watched over the last dry weeks, taking Sootty and Danni out for their morning exercise. Sootty skittering at the sight of the hated tractors that have swarmed in every field we've passed. Massive machines that drone too and throw causing Sootty to snort and arch his neck, snatching at his bit and making me glad of his double bridle as he eyed the horse eating monsters in consternation.

But this afternoon the countryside was silent and the landrover was a gentle companion on the way to the dump through the ancient lanes and I could study the sculptural shaped of the trees along my route through a country side poised almost in limbo waiting for the first breath of Spring.