More of a worry are the shrubs taking the warm weather to be permission for a show of petals. Down in the Hollow, where it's a little warmer, an azalea is about to come into flower:
The Pieris is putting on a real show.
And the Guelder Rose. Berries and flowers at the same time.
Some nice colours about:
This young beech has appeared on the other side of the river. Self-seeding is all the rage here.
The deer were getting into the Grove on a regular basis. They'd made a proper path for themselves through a small gap in the hedge, hopping over the barbed wire. There were little hoofprints across the garden, mostly on the grass but sometimes through the flower bed. Sometimes the hoofprints stopped at the picket fence that separates the garden from the car parking area. Up and over. No bother when you've legs that long full of springs. Other times they went down through what I fondly call the orchard but is usually referred to by the presence of the septic tank. I went down to PJ Mac's and bought some chicken wire, and Joe rigged up his own version of deer fencing:
No doubt they'll be strolling in another way. I'm already planning how to protect the young apple trees in the Hollow next spring.