February already, and the garden is quietly beginning to slough off its slumbers as the days draw out once more. Advertisements
A few weeks ago, King of the Hill decided that we should have a trio of large containers on the top terrace, the largest of which to feature a new acer, giving me free rein to fill the others.
A glorious run of sunny days stretched across the weekend, bringing us two unprecedented back-to-back days of spring sunshine at leisure.
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.
A few pictures of my mum and dad’s back garden last weekend; full of spring colour on a grey morning. Something to aspire to…