Yes the saying of Victor Meldew. I found myself saying the same today.
Here we are in cold wintery December. Looking out of my sitting room window, what do I see. Closest, growing through a clump of Holly, lanky branches of sycamore. So what's strange about that. Well. It's only a couple of weeks that saw the fall of the last few leaves. Now, my eyes are attracted to the very same stems that are host to jucy fat buds almost ready to burst open. Our natural world is changing in so many ways. Directly opposite is a stand of Laurus nobilis, Bay. Each day it is is being invaded by hordes of wood pidgeons all gulping down the berries. They are now being joined by Black birds. The closest tree is an Arbutus..strawberry tree. The birds are leaving this for afters. Just to the right, the Hollies that were just a couple of weeks ago, displaying masses of colour due to their berries. Now all berries have gone, thanks to the Redwings and Fieldfairs. So is it time to recall and wonder about those old folk lores. Lots of berries, hungary birds. Long hard winter ahead, add to this climate change. What say you?