There isn’t a lot of time this month to tell you everything, but here’s a few pictures of progress in the garden. Thanks to Jeremy for lugging rocks around and providing inspiration, Moth for checking how many solar lights survived winter (oops), providing suggestions for where things should go and helping attach netting to fences and of course Ag for continuing to offer his ever present getting-things-finished skills.
Oh, and Osem, Sedem & Shest for snapping heads off tulips, pooing in seed trays, keeping the local rat count down and sitting about just watching, as naughty Johnny from next door spreads EVEN MORE LOVE. Everywhere.
The summer switch has been well and truly flicked on ‘on’, a very different backdrop awaits the locals’ (orthodox) Easter and almost simultaneous 6th May celebrations this year with wall-to-wall sunshine and a near tropical heat.
Leaving windows open around the house during the week has allowed the peace of the village in, allowing us to be guests at incredible concerts given by the nightingale and songthrush. It makes me wonder how long it would take for the whole place to heal over and become completely green, if it weren’t for us pesky humans making a racket, digging things over and disturbing everything.
We took Moth & Ag to ‘Old Panicharevo’ (StaroP) where 130 years ago, that’s exactly what happened. There is the vague outline of a couple of roads, but the rest of the area comprises of odd-shaped green mounds which can only have been houses. All that broke the deafening silence was birdsong – the most insistent was that of the cuckoo, echoing across the valley. After soaking up the atmosphere and imagining how it might have been living there back at the end of the Ottoman rule, we got back in the car and drove back to civilisation.
According to the cuckoo, it was 74 o’clock.