It raises the spirit to see swans half unfold their wings when swimming as though to serve as sails.
The "Black Parrot" tulips, which I planted last winter in a large and shallow round pot, are in bloom. Their tattered petals are dark purple, rather than black, almost the colour of the thunder clouds, which are hanging around today.
The big oak at the corner of the Grove is just in leaf. The pale yellowy-green, infant leaves burst out of brown buds, and delicate strings of catkins in the same tone of green, hang down among them.