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Ooh, ooh! There are leaf buds beginning to uncurl on the medlar tree. I barely got my apricot tree replanted in time because there are buds there too. They're still tightly clenched but they're visible in a sort of lovely plum bronze colour.
Snowdrops and crocuses are carpeting the graveyard of the church in our village. We've nearly made it, folks. These last couple of weeks are the worst, but the end is in sight.
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Date: 2026-02-17 09:27 am (UTC)From:In the South-East of the UK. February is our worst month, when we forget what sunshine looked like and everywhere is dark grey and raining all the time.