After a few fits and starts March has come to a close lamb-like as you please. My freckles are out along with the daffodils, wild garlic leaves and wild cherry flowers. The countryside is coming alive around us.
The chalkstream trout season opens next weekend and with it a true start to spring for me. The desk is covered in bits of feathers and tufts of fur as I try vainly to fill my fly box with the sorts of things I think I’ll need.
The garden is coming together. This time last year we were heading into peak growing season without the faintest notion of what we were doing. This year things feel more in control, or at least this year we know what to expect.
More or less.