A glorious run of sunny days stretched across the weekend, bringing us two unprecedented back-to-back days of spring sunshine at leisure.
Happy St David’s Day!
This week brought a lovely surprise in the post from my Mum.
While the first daffodils to flower were several weeks behind last year, the crocus seem to be a couple of weeks early.
It has been wet. And windy. There have been torrential hail storms, and the sullen skies have been raked by fingers of lightning, cracking and booming. The garden has been laid quite low.
After a week away for work, it was a pleasure to return home and explore the changes in the garden this weekend.
Last Sunday, a blaze of sunshine lured me – and my furry helpers – into the garden from breakfast until dusk.
Outside, buds on the early daffodils are still resolutely closed on short stubby stems; but spring has come early to one windowsill inside.
Our cottage stands atop a hill, where it is buffeted by the winds: the price to be paid for gazing out across fields and woods, hills and valleys.
On Christmas Day, we dug up the first of this winter’s parsnips.