Pinch punch, the first of the month… and Happy St David’s Day to one and all from not-so-sunny South Wales.
Crocus chrysanthus ‘Zwanenburg Bronze’ is lighting up the garden amidst the leaf litter.
February already, and the garden is quietly beginning to slough off its slumbers as the days draw out once more.
Spring is in full throttle, and I’m enjoying our under-storey planting.
Pushing our little one (LO) through the spring sunshine this morning, I couldn’t help but notice this large furry husk on the path in front of me.
I found myself quite captivated by one of our clumps of the fuchsia-pink Barcelona tulips, now in their third year here, as I took a rest from working in the spring sunshine on Good Friday.
The garden is erupting into flower.
The earliest tulips in our garden are usually the wild tulip, Tulipa sylvestris, that I planted along the front fence line to take over from the early daffodils, and this year is no exception.
It’s that time of year when the blue skies are once more reflected on the ground, as the earliest of the blue flowers make a comeback in the garden.
A glorious run of sunny days stretched across the weekend, bringing us two unprecedented back-to-back days of spring sunshine at leisure.