I have stacks of photos to write up and post about from this lovely spring. The garden is overflowing with foliage and blooms, and I am trying very hard not to look at the sneak attack of couch grass which has sprung up through the borders.
Faith, our cat, has been missing for ten days now.
January is drawing to a close already, and I am still rather conspicuous by my absence here in the blogosphere.
A very happy new year to you all!
There I was, thinking that my return to work would allow me a little snatched time at the start or end of my working days to catch up with the mounting heaps of unread posts in my blog feed – and to write my own…
Our beautiful son was born last week, weighing in at 6lb 13oz.
Gardening is all about change; the complex and interwoven life-cycles of flora and fauna, waxing and waning among the borders and corners of the garden.
Outside, buds on the early daffodils are still resolutely closed on short stubby stems; but spring has come early to one windowsill inside.
For the past week, we swapped our green hills and misty rainfall for blue skies and a sun-baked landscape.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.