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7am in the forest. March sunlight & wren song. New leaves on the birch.

Where five tracks meet, three gentlemen stood chatting, while a pack of six amiable dogs milled round: spaniels, wire-haired hounds, one terrier, and a very bouncy young black labrador.

Max not being amiable, he and I waited in the trees for the pack to disperse. Prediction: each of the three gentlemen would depart accompanied by two dogs. Actuality: two gentlemen set off along one track with the young black labrador, and the remaining gentleman departed in another direction in the company of five dogs.

A bribe of Saxifrage

It's too early to be buying bedding plants, even if the sun is out. Yet still I came home from Holme Nurseries the other day with a pot of Saxifrage and a pot of Erysium Leya 'Orange Glow'.

Attempted bribery, along the lines of: "You have bought two plants, and in order to plant them, you must start tidying up the garden."