You’d be forgiven for thinking it was spring. In the garden the lush green stems of the daffodils are already bursting through the carpet of autumn leaves I’ve failed to sweep up.
The sycamore tree is already full of buds. I fear that the plant life may be in for a bit of a shock before too long.
The birds aren’t doing much better. Out on Mousehold Heath today the sun was shining, the breeze wasn’t cold and in the tree above the 18th hole on the putting green the birds were singing like it was an April dawn.
As with the flora, I fear that the wildlife may get taken by surprise when the mild southern wind eventually turns and comes in from the north.
Join me under the large tree on the 18th tee of the putting green – best to wear headphones.