Spring

Easter's over, spring is here. At nine in the morning, the sky is blue and the sparrows are feasting on the grass seed in our back garden. From here I can see a big poplar tree which is covered in catkins. In a while they'll start releasing the fluff which gets everywhere and makes life a misery for anyone with a sensitive nose. The bulbs I planted in the autumn are in bloom; mostly daffodils but also grape hyacinths (is that how you spell it?) and anemones.
There are red kites which soar over the rooftops in the city. I wonder where they nest?