Very, very difficult to believe that this time two weeks ago there was frost. Your correspondent was wearing layers, socks and his rompers. There was a whole thing with boots, and he could hardly move following a political dispute between his upper and lower extremities. And what with one thing and another Springtime of 2015 was a very pleasant couple days.
Then yesterday it was hot from steaminess, clouds of pollen, ground very dry,
everyone was suddenly very busy and a little desperate flying around with bits
and pieces for their nests except Phoebes in the barn who'd already built the
nest, laid and hatched the children who are now in the tweeting phase. And the
truth of the matter is I've never like Phoebes.