Spring has come to the hedgerows recently, but I cycled past one bit this afternoon that didn’t seem to have got the memo:
I thought it might just have been over-flailed, but closer inspection revealed the black buds of an ash. Hmm, I thought, I wonder if the old wives’ tale is relevant here, and I proceeded to cycle very slowly indeed, looking for oaks and ashes to compare:
That looked pretty good to me. After all, if both the met office and the old wives were in agreement, surely we must be in for a dry summer after all – always assuming the met office aren’t simply using old wives’ tales for their long range forecasting themselves. Which might explain quite a bit…
And then I cycled a little further and saw this:
oh no! Ash Leaves
Come on trees, make your minds up. After further careful surveying it seemed that in general, the oaks seemed to be a little bit more out than the ashes, but it wasn’t exactly conclusive. So which is it going to be – soak or splash?
I expect round here it’s going to be a bit of both…
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