Life On The Park – March

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Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

Emily Dickinson

March entered the park with a smile; eager and ready to bring the beginnings of spring growth and glory. My early morning walks are greeted with sunrise and frost but with an alert eye I can see the creeping catkins from the poplar tree and the beautiful blackthorn blossoms making their way into my sight.

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My wanderings are under the watchful eye of silent, stalking pigeons and magpies sat high in the trees, like watchmen on the walls they guard the high places and occasionally make their mark by flying fast overhead.

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Bird life is busy; we watch blue tits and blackbirds carefully collecting and curating nesting materials from our garden as the duck and drake continue their courtship in the river. Goldfinches,  green finches, great tits, blue tits and the our favourite songster the robin frequent the feeders around our home bringing joy to the most mundane indoor tasks.

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I’m now catching the ends of the dawn chorus as night turns to day; the layers of song fill the air for miles most likely lead by our choral experts, the blackbird or robin.

Our senses are beginning to awaken as life on the park makes it way to front stage; a bumble bee in flight, a ladybird hiding in a leaf, three herons spotted flying overhead and the comical sound of the green woodpecker hammering at the dead trees. Crocus in bloom, daffodils daring to rear their yellow heads, many sunrises and many March sunsets.

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March brought snow and warm sunshine within the weeks we were graced with; premature sun chasers gathered children and brought picnics and blankets to the park but returned home to fires and tea – we’re not quite out of the woods yet.

March builds on the hope of February; what we knew was beneath is now appearing above ground and gleefully teasing our anticipation of a fresh start.