Although the clocks don’t go forward for a while yet, there is a feeling of spring in the air in our garden.
The crocus plants (note deliberate avoidance of contentious plural form) are still showing, despite the best attentions of the slugs from hell. The Acer is about to burst into its delicate tracery and convince us all we should really be Japanese.
Most of all, the soil underfoot is no longer frozen, and has dried out enough to walk on without bringing most of it indoors with your boots.
This is the day when we get to claim the garden back from the frogs, foxes and incontinent cats which have had it in thrall since darkness arrived before either of us finished work.
The first blog post from the garden…
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