Spring bulbs

It's a rather grey, wet and gloomy Saturday morning and the frosty, sunny days of the past couple of weeks are away, leaving a really nice memory of walking in the country wrapped up in scarf, woolly pully and gloves, scraping frost off the windscreen first thing in the morning and the skimpy silhouettes of bare branches outlined against pastel skies.

Suddenly the garden is starting to show real signs of spring growth. Last year I planted loads of bulbs and here they are, peering through the ground, snowdrops and crocuses already showing their delicate little heads, tiny daffs braving the frost and the climbing hydrangea budding wondrously. I am a bit concerned about the glorious camellia bush, which has hundreds of fabulous pink buds ready to come out. The frost may have damaged them, which would be a real shame, as they give a lovely show each March and really cheer up the garden - and me!

February is almost over and we are no doubt in for some more bad weather before March is out - The March wind doth blow and we shall have snow. However, there will also be some lovely days. Make the most of them and always remember that nothing lasts forever- good or bad... And on that profound and philosophical note, I shall end till the next time!