Protected from the pigeons by nylon fleece and netting, the purple sprouting brocolli, has survived the winter and now sends forth its close knit purple flowers. Steamed and served with anchovey butter (you mash some butter with chopped anchovies and a little lemon juice), hollandaise sauce, or just a little melted butter, there is little better at this time of year, even though the first asparagus is expected.
They are cutting the grass in the Grove. The machine emits petrol fumes, but you can smell the cut grass through them.
Violets pushing up between crazy paving stones seem unusually fat.