Signs Of Spring

The day before yesterday I was sweeping the landing  when I saw something flicker in my path.  I looked closer and saw it was a very small pair of wings throwing back the light as their owner- a newly hatched fly or flying ant- trundled from one side of the carpet to the other- like a pensioner on a zebra crossing.

And yesterday I left the back door open to let the fresh air in- and it also let in the most enormous bumblebee- who flew into the corner of the kitchen to fuss at a high window until I climbed up onto the counter to let her out.