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Day 46
Winds from the south-west are more amenable than most. They will make it easier for the swifts to get here. Swifts are the birds of summer for me. I look forward to their arrival in the next few days. In the interim swallows and martins are becoming more common now. I watched two martins gathering →
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Day 45
In a game of peek-a-boo, the Sun intermittently skips through the day behind cloud banks. By evening, the sky is clear and the garden is flooded with gold. The recent rain has done its work and the grasses, trees, flowers, herbs have all drawn strength from the dampened soil. Their increase in turgor pressure irons →
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On Saturday
Blends with Friday night Here now; forgotten ’til dawn Bite this cherry – twice! . CLP 02/5/2020 →
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Day 44
The sunlight of recent weeks has been a boon, but these darker days are more in tune with the current mood. Are they reflective of it, or the cause of the recent shift in humour? I realise that the lowering clouds, the loss of the greater space beyond, is matched by the thickening of leaves →
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On the Marsh
Lapwings squeal at crows Stealing eggs from open nests Fear-filled commotion . n.b. Dreadful scenes of larceny and conflict marking daybreak on 1st May. . CLP 1st May 2020 →
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Gyrismó
Purple bougainvillea tumbling from baskets decorated our wayIn those hours without shade in the hottest heatWe found a route to that other bay soon enoughWith its crumbling Crusader castle cut from a cleft in the high valleyGuarding over the café, squared-off with bleached tarpaulinsSitting like a brig roped to the quay, its skeleton crew manning →
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Day 43
Light levels are lowered by the thick cloud cover. All the bright colours of spring flowers are needed now to attract pollen carriers. The warmth of the past week coaxed a greater variety of bees outside. They are most welcome. This morning along the coast road the marshes are witness to a fierce exchange between →
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