About a week ago, I read somewhere that if your tulips hadn't already flowered, they wouldn't flower at all. Happily, the ones in pots here have put in an appearance at long last. Better late than never.
In the front garden, the better weather has coaxed the weeping cherry tree to blossom, though maybe not quite as spectacularly as in previous years.
New arrivals have popped up in the field at the end of our road. This is the field which is part of one of several farms hereabouts, was recently sold, along with the rest of the farmland, to developers who have been given the green light to build 290 houses starting next month, but which was being rented by a local company for animal grazing. You know the sort of company, the ones that turn live animals into joints of meat. Now I'm dreading the day we notice the empty field. Maybe I should just copy Babs and pretend the sheep have gone on a lovely holiday.
Tonight we're meeting the Boy at Sunderland Empire to see this. I'm more than a little anxious after reading Derren's tweet. Well, you know what happened last time........
