We’ve had rather a poor April, at least the latter part of it. Earlier this week, the temperature dropped close to the freezing point and we even had some sleet. It’s been a long season for the daffodils the town planted on the pedestrian Theatre Bridge and elsewhere in mid-March.
Every once in a while, we’ve also seen some sunshine. So far, very little of it has been of the warming kind but nevertheless we’ve ventured out a few times with hubby’s binoculars and some snacks tucked in his backpack.
Recently, we’ve had our afternoon coffee, for example, once at the top of a lookout tower and twice sitting on the rock at the foot of one.
There is not much to observe yet I’m afraid. Judged from nature, it would be hard to guess whether it is spring or autumn. You’d have to descend literally to the grass-root level to be able to tell. That’s the kind of April we generally have. It is feeling desperately long now that we didn’t travel anywhere. I can’t wait to get rid of it.