A perfectly damp spring day in the shire. Wet but not miserable. The garden is starting to grow again. Unfortunately it is the forest of sycamore seedlings that is most apparent but the apricot has been in flower a few days now and there is evidence of the waking of the apple and plum trees from their deep winter slumber.
The sycamores will be cruelly terminated on the first suitably dry day which will coincide with scarification and aeration of the lawn.
At the time of scarification and aeration. Sounds very dramatic, as if out of the Lord of The Rings. Trollen blade wielding horde marching in ranks across the lawn in front of the kitchen.