Ironically as I’m writing this the weather is anything but spring-like. It’s tipping it down and I am wearing a cardie as it’s flipping freezing. I really hope this is just a teeny blip in the weather patterns and the coming week will bring more sunshine. In the meantime I’ve been going through some photos that I took in the garden this week intending to print some out and I thought why not put them up on my blog too so that I can look back at them on another cold and rainy day and have a virtual glimpse of sunshine.
Ah the humble daffodil. My dad insists that these are weeds because they spread everywhere if you let them. I love them though. In fact I have a jar of daffs on a table next to me and their scent is bringing back wonderful memories of the garden at my parent’s house. Mum had a huge patch of daffodils at the top of the garden and Patch, my old dog, used to lie down in the middle of it like a big hippy.
Hellebores always look so shy with their heads bowed to the ground like they wouldn’t say boo to a goose.
Not everything is in flower. Our hydrangea is at the papery wisp stage that I love almost as much as when it’s in full bloom. The dried petals look like delicate lace butterflies and the gentlest puff of a breeze causes them to disintegrate. Hydrangeas are the litmus paper of the plant world. Ours normally flowers pink which I think means our soil is alkaline, not that I have the foggiest idea whether that’s a good or a bad thing. My mum-in-law is in charge of the flowers. Me? I’m a veggie grower through and through. Which reminds me, I must get on with planting the peas.
I think I’ll wait for it to stop raining though.