Cautious Catkins

Twigs of hazel and willow are bursting with catkins in my hedgerow – the downy hanging flowers are soggy in the heavy mist and low cloud, but I’m rejoicing their bravery and droops of spring feeling colour.  I heard curlews yesterday too.

Of course it’s been a celebratory weekend, with Mother’s Day – thankyou to my mother for an animal, bird and nature filled upbringing.