Back to a vicious, northerly, wind today. The copper beech waited longer than ever this spring to break into leaf, but to no avail. The leaves will burn with cold. The apple blossom will blow away. Will we ever get a summer? Our small pond is a popular bathing spa for the small birds. Two blackbirds and a chaffinch shared the delights of splashing and fluttering in the shallows and emerged with halos of duckweed.