After the welcome, hesitant spring sunshine over the weekend, we are now
"enjoying" two days of rain and mist. The air is grey - but the earth is
leaping into green, everywhere. That particular, fresh, lush green of
springtime, a green that it seems one only has to turn one's back on to
hear pushing up and out, and painted on in thick green brushstrokes.
The reflections in the pond show how calm the day has been - no wind,
just a steady, incessant downpour. But there in the pond, things are
happening. The frogspawn is giving up its yield, and today little, 5mm
tadpoles are starting to emerge and wiggle. I wonder how many of them
will survive? There must be over five hundred little jelly eggs with
their black comma centres right now. How many will come through the
onslaughts from pond snails, water beetles, birds and The Grass Snake,
to get through to the end of the summer and escape the pond into the
greenery around. I wonder......