Jonathan: Time flies when you’re having fun … and when you’re struggling to get done all that needs to be. Today it’s a full month since my last blog, and it’s not as if there’s nothing to write about! The fine dry weather has continued almost unbroken since early April, and the long days and lack of cloud mean it stays light enough to work outdoors until 10:00 or 10:30 – so I do. It’s still light when I take Tilly for a walk before bed-time. But for all the effort, the worklist only seems to grow.
Jonathan: Yes, at the Big Garden, 1 May is indeed Runrig Day! Since we first got Runrig’s ‘In Search of Angels’ album, every 1 May I’ve plaid Maymorning full volume with all the windows wide open – a celebration of new life rising, an affirmation of everything the song has to say. The words stir the soul, but the music makes the body jump with joy! The other tracks of this album are also especially life-affirming, acknowledging the value of all the conditions we face over the years, from joy to sadness, hope to despair, from love anew to the loss of a loved one. This Maymorning, this May Day, has been a fulfillment of all our winter-cherished hopes for fine weather, warmth and ease. Today has been glorious! Clear blue skies; warming sun with no more than a light cooling breeze, the grass greening and growing so well we can hear it!; the white sands and the many-hued seas and the familar outlines of the islands; fishing boats about their work; lambs skipping and their mothers baa-ing, gannets a-diving … If, to you, life is but years of work and possessons, then come you to Uist in May, and see life afresh, see life as it truly is, with the eyes of angels!
Jonathan: The geese too have Spring in their step! The oldest pair of geese we have on the croft are now four years old, and have stuck together faithfully. He hisses at everyone, but I’ve never known him show any real aggression, except to other ganders. He and his partner are inseparable, so it was odd to see him on his own this morning, and he didn’t want to come over to where I was feeding the others. After seeing to the hens, I went exploring: and there she was in the old barrel I put straw into a fortnight or so ago: and she was sitting on a clutch of eggs!