Our roobarb is about a week away. Always look forward to it but get sick of it after a month or so.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions—the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thought and genial feeling. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Just to cheer you up - the rhubarb was long and pink and I was looking forward to it - but it was too deilcate in flavour for me - unlike the aspargus that had an amazing fragrance when cooking and could be smelled at a distance and was bursting with flavour.
Found first processionary caterpillars in the forest tonight - 17 head to tail like a small fury snake - the whip snake at the bottom of our garden was up and about enjoying the sun today.
The Red Starts are back - reports coming in of Swallows but I haven't seen one yet.
I haven't seen a wild boar for a month or two but the deer are active. Gendarme beetles every where.
I made a rhubarb cake on Monday, with my first pickings of the year (and there's loads of it ready). The recipe was from Nigella Lawson's "How to be a domestic goddess", and it came out lovely. It was much appreciated by the lady volunteers at the local National Trust house. They seemed to think it odd that a man should be able to bake an edible cake, let alone a tasty one!