So, thanks to El Ninjo, this winter (so called) is proving to be an odd one indeed. Our daffodils have been in flower for two weeks (normal time is first / second week in March), Twitter is awash with images of Snowdrops, and on Sunday Richard Jefferson and I saw our first Primroses (actually, Richard spotted them – I’d marched straight past; probably talking). All of which means I’m feeling TrackaTree pressure even earlier than normal.
(TrackaTree, for you irregular readers of this blog, is a phenology project that I contribute data to. Each spring I monitor four trees in Hillhouse Wood and record the dates on which ‘stuff’ happens. ‘Stuff’ could be flowers flowering, buds breaking, or leaves a bursting.)
In the ‘old days’, two years ago, you could relax until mid-March, because you’d know that nothing would have started yet. But already Trackatree high command is blogging about trips they’re making and stuff that they’re seeing. And they’re in Scotland. So I’m starting to feel the heat to get out there and search for TrackaTree stuff. Inconveniently, however, ‘money earning stuff’ is being rather demanding at the moment, which Hallam Household high command curiously sees as having higher priority. I’m caught in a high command pincer movement – does anyone suffer with the intensity that I’m subjected to?
So I’m hoping to find a few minutes to get down to the wood before too long. Funny if nothing has happened yet at all – the joy of null data.