Spring has sprung! I spotted the first butterfly of the year today — a lovely yellow brimstone fluttering about in the garden. To celebrate, I hauled my lounge chair out on the roof and enjoyed my coffee in the sun.
Soon we’ll be able to turn off the heat and have the windows open all day. I can’t wait!
As mentioned before, we don’t mind sharing our apples, and in the fall, we tend to be too lazy to harvest the ones on top of the tree make sure to leave some for our winter guests. They remain largely disregarded for most of the fall and throughout early winter, but once they have gotten the right amount of frost (I imagine the principle is the same as that for ice wine), they tend to be very popular.
This particular gourmet is a new one to our garden. The all-knowing internet tells us it’s a fieldfare or Wacholderdrossel (“juniper thrush”) in German. According to the German wikipedia, it winters further south and starts heading home in mid-February, so our visitor is clearly the early bird that got the apple and quite possibly the first sign of spring.
On one side of our garden, along the fence to a neighbour’s driveway, there is a patch of marigolds that usually does not get a lot of attention. By us humans, that is, because this winged visitor could not quite get enough of it.
Feel like licking your finger and wiping that piece of lint off her? You’re probably a parent.
Bee butt. Say it ten times fast.
Some clover for variety …
… then quickly back to marigold land.
The husband tells me I need to work on my f-stops. (Everyone’s a critic.)
Walking the cat 