Our weekend began indoors, as I worked to put the finishing touches to some handmade gifts for a friend’s baby shower on Saturday afternoon, and baked a batch of very indulgent frosted chocolate cupcakes to accompany them (black-bottomed cupcakes from the Hummingbird Bakery recipe collection, no less).
I still have two more bibs to complete as I ran out of time (and thread!) before the party; but I have a week or two before the expected arrival, so hope to complete these during the next few evenings. Another wonderful spring arrival to anticipate!
With that milestone past, and the rather frantic week finally behind us, on Sunday we hopped straight outside to take advantage of the lovely sunshine. King of the Hill had been to a friend’s farm in the village to help clear up some fallen trees, and returned with a tractor load of timber to replenish our dwindling supplies. Thus we set to transporting the wood around the house and sawing and splitting what we could, before stacking it in the wood store. Our wheelbarrow has developed a perilous wobble with the strain of carrying so much heavy lumber, and is perhaps not long for this world!
Elsewhere in the garden, like many others, I was delighted to see the promise of spring around the corner. The garlic that I planted on December 22nd has sent fine green shoots forth.
I cleared grass and a few weeds that had crept around the base of our two double-u cordon pear trees, reducing the competition for nutrients as they enter their second year here. The sprouting daffodil bulbs that I found hiding in the shed last weekend were given new homes in containers of compost by the back door, and will hopefully recover from their inauspicious start and give us a lovely show of spring cheer.
They were rather hastily thrust into an old pot and stored in the shed last year when King of the Hill dug them up as the foliage was dying down, in order to create our strawberry bed. I had hoped to be able to put them back into the ground somewhere before now, but alas we still have no borders ready yet so they must bide their time in containers this year.
Primroses in pots have put forth beautiful new fresh green curly leaves, and even a pale yellow flower or two, though the petals already look rather bedraggled by these clear frosty nights. With green buds peeking through on the blackened hydrangea that was taken so by surprise at the early frosts of winter, and the birds chirruping in the trees, there is the wonderful scent of hope and anticipation on the breeze, along with the woodsmoke.
Our seeds and onion sets arrived on Sunday too, and now we need to sit down and organise where everything is to go this year, before planting time is upon us once more. The gardening year is beginning to gather momentum once again…