Spring is in the air...

A frog, in the abandoned sand-pit pond. One frog... We need a crucial minimum of two for it to start to get interesting.....

In five years, and we have never had frogspawn in it... every year I hope... in fact believe that we will. After all, I mean, I know it's not the Chatsworth House of ponds, but it is good enough, surely...

And while on the subject of tentative signs of a promise of the start of the beginning of something good.... a pair of house-hunting robins has been checking out a dark corner of a window box...

And I have got another interview!!! This time I have really got to sell myself... modest doesn't cut it, does it?