Must be spring!

[elingregory]

Was awake very early this morning, as all too often recently [*shakes fist* damn you sciatica!], and the birds were kicking up a heck of a racket around 5.30. I think I can count that as the first proper dawn chorus of the year. As if that wasn't enough, when I zombied downstairs to make tea this was the first morning for what feels like forever that I've walked into the kitchen without that horrible ripply feeling of gooseflesh. Of course, this is Wales, a place where it has snowed at Pentecost, so I can't count my chickens or leave off my woolly vest just yet.

Non sequitur time - don't you just love google adverts down the side of gmail? I opened an email this morning where the word 'long bow' was mentioned and google had added an advert for the White Company [soft furnishings] though I prefer to think it is a sideways reference to this bunch about whom I would be writing if Conan Doyle hadn't got there first. Samkin Aylward/Alleyne Edrikson anyone? OTOH the real White Company story is one you just couldn't make up. I think that'll have to go on my lengthy "To Write" list.

Comments

[wulfila.livejournal.com]

Yes - do write that condottiere story, I bet it would be great!

[jessie-lansdel.livejournal.com]

I was with you all the way up to the non sequitur. 'White Company'? *note to self..must look it up* not the furnishings, Conan Doyle.

Yup, spring is nearly sprung. :) The birds are certainly busy here. All billing & cooing and seeking out nesting sites. Ahh! The blue tits are looking into one of my ventilator brick things as a possible Des' Res' judging by the activity this morning.

[eglantine-br.livejournal.com]

I have been thinking of you. I got your little package the day before yesterday. I love the little cook-book. Christmas seems a long time ago, somehow.

We have dawn chorus here in Brooklyn too. Pigeons sing. They sound like coffee pots.

Thank you so much for sending me the lovely treats.