The entire farm is overgrown but largely covered in beautiful meadow flowers, so that of course is why we haven’t yet got around to mowing, ploughing or strimming it yet. The daisies are over my head, the poppies that will soon carpet the fields are just starting, and there are a lot of as yet unidentified smaller plants stippling the grass. In front of my office window there is a spectacular apricot tree which this weekend is covered in white-pink blossom and a variety of small birds, fighting for a position on the top bough. I feel as if I’m being swept on to the next season before I’m ready. A good friend died recently and it really should be raining, or at least overcast for a while, but nature rules.