We had a sudden cold spell that had us relighting the soba and marvelling at the few frozen pellets of snow that swirled around the village, then came the welcome warmth that had the young goats frisking in the streets and the old ladies in the square sitting in the sunlight and toasting their bones.
The blossom is coming, the roses are growing and across the orchards in the valley there is the faint haze of red that means they are about to burst into bloom.
This is March in Kirazli Koy:-
Gosh, you are in May already by British standards, Karen! Here the daffodils and primroses have only managed to come into bloom in the last week and the trees and still completely bare except for catkins and pussy-willow.
It will come on in leaps and bounds now, everything will go mad, because the heat is coming! I’ve already had to start watering the pots every few days. By May I’ll be watering them twice a day. There’s a cold wind blowing today though, so it’s not swimming pool time yet. K xxx
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