Last night I stayed out late! apparently causing considerable angst to my family and even my brother! But I reckon he loved initially monopolising MY most loved inside spots before he decided he did quite miss me.
Darcy as Spring evenings beckon
I love the scent and birdie preparations for the most lovely period of Nature and am quite distracted and madly excited at this time. When I came out in the afternoon I just had to dash and do a somersault!
I was on the wall chilling as dinner time came... went.... and....dusk began!
Mrs H tried to tease me inside with my most favourite stick.
But I didn't care. The secrets of dusk are everything.
Then I went forth ..... and was gone... only to return at 11.00pm (an hour after Mrs H is usually asleep but she loves me SO much she was there in the garden to escort me home when I came back (to finish my tea).
... When we woke up it wasn't raining! We went out to stalk
... in the absence of ready birdies a brother makes a useful enough target.
I spent some time sat in the tree as the Great Overseer of all birdies garden-wide
Bingley ~ was a mere baby brother watcher below
Darcy - deputy gardener
.. as Mrs H got gardening underway I kept check on progress
(got to help cos she leaves forks and things in the bags)
Then it did rain.
Mrs H took the most special chalk paintin the world (seriously) ...
... and covered the bright blue bookcase in it (with Country Grey).
On Sunday we stayed at home but Mr and Mrs H went to The Vyne, a National Trust property open extra early, they enjoyed soup and some air. Mrs H says it is such good news that the NT are opening up earlier this year; conservation and work on houses and lands can surely be witnessed and appreciated, ... she says
the wetland Hide (along with willow birds?)
and some real ones (just need binoculars)
and then the most amazing old root - a perfect star on a perfect weekend.