I know I've said this before, but walks with Olga are more mellow affairs nowadays. She moves more slowly, and although still excited by squirrels and willing to dive into the underbrush to chase them, she is farther than ever from actually catching one. A lot of times she doesn't even see them. This one, above, sat at the base of a tree and brazenly stared at us as we passed nearby.
Yesterday turned out to be a beautiful spring day -- bright blue sky, lots of sun, cool but not cold. Olga and I took a long walk around the Heath.
These two old oaks stand within an enclosure on Sandy Heath. A nearby sign explains that they're the only trees that predate the sand quarrying that took place on that site beginning in the 1860s. I'm not sure how we know that -- they don't look much different from the other trees on Sandy Heath -- but I'm no expert.
Remember how I said the coltsfoot seemed more sparse this year? Well, we went back to check it out and there's more of it blooming now. While Olga contentedly soaked up the sun and gnawed on her tennis ball, I went to sit on a nearby bench...
...and found what I'm pretty sure is a crack or meth pipe lying nearby. This is a first for me. I don't recall ever finding drug paraphernalia in all the years I've been going to the Heath. (Well, except for little plastic drug bags, but they're harmless enough.) I'm sure I just don't notice a lot of stuff like this. Needless to say, I did not touch it.
On Hampstead Heath Extension, the snake's head fritillaries are blooming. Dave and I have planted these a couple of times in our garden, and ideally they should come up year after year -- but the squirrels love them and always manage to demolish the bulbs. We don't seem to have any this year. I wonder how the ones on the Heath manage to hang on?
This morning it's windy and gray -- probably a prelude to our colder weather, which arrives today. White cherry petals from the neighbor's tree are fluttering into our garden like snow.