It’s been a glorious day, the first of a few this week. I harvested my small willow patch a month ago. It was so sad looking that I’ve ignored the small branchy bundle until today. The sun made me feel alive enough to do something with it. So I made a spring wreath for the workshop door.

The muntjac have essentially been using the garden as a salad bar for months. There are so many breaches in the fence around the garden, the whole thing needs replacing. Clearly willow shoots taste yummy. I’m not impressed but their free snack days are numbered.