As I drove over to the first party today, I thought how yellow the countryside is in spring. And then I looked at the hedgerows and trees and thought again about why I felt that. It’s the oilseed rape in flower now, of course. But a good many of the early flowers are yellow – primroses, daffodils, dandelions, buttercups, cowslips and so on, and some of the early leaves on some trees, such as oak, are distinctly greenery-yallery. I looked again at a lot of pink and white, with a modicum of blue and a whole lot of green and actually, it’s just so many fields of rape that colour – heh – my judgement and maybe it’s not really true after all.
The first party was an Easter egg hunt at Weeza’s boss’s place (he and his wife are also friends, and were so before she worked for him) and there were lots of children and vast amounts of eggs hidden, which were then – of course – hunted for. Then we went over to Weeza and Phil’s place for lunch. There were fifteen in the party, the whole family.
I’m very glad we don’t have a field of rape in the village. Smelly stuff, it makes me sneeze.