Many things are very different now – but some things can’t be changed by any pesky virus.
I like this time of the year – the signs of Spring are now unmistakable. You can feel the world around us starting to limber up.
My daffodils are coming through, the clematis is in full swing.
I was a bit worried about the clematis – it had just started flowering when we had that first fall of snow. Silly clematis. But it survived and it’s looking fab.
It’s no longer dark when I get up for a 7am start. That makes such a difference!! Although I secretly enjoy leaving the house at 6.30 when it’s dark and the stars are out and everything is peaceful. Shh – don’t tell the people I work with, they’ll think I’m completely nuts.
What do you mean they read this blog and it’s too late??
The birds are twittering. I can hear them all around, although the little blighters never come into the garden. There’s a huge tree across the road, and trees and bushes in the gardens either side of me, and they seem to be full of birds. I don’t want to talk about it.
It’s still cold here – although as winters go it hasn’t been as cold as it should have been, and we’ve only had two days of real snow. There was a bit of a flurry of something wintery just last Sunday.
But you can feel the change in the air. The shoulders aren’t so hunched.
My grass was in desperate need of a cut – with the winter being so mild, it’s continued to grow a bit, although it’s been too wet to do any cutting. I managed to get it cut one day last week – what would normally take about an hour took me two and a half hours! Since then I’ve managed to scarify about half of it, with more to do the next time I have the time.
I also need to trim the edges. My father, wise in the ways of gardens, told me many years ago that if I was short of time when it came to gardening I should concentrate on trimming the edges of the lawn. If they look neat, the whole garden will look neat and no-one will notice the weeds. It’s true!
There’s promise in the air – I’m beginning to think that yes, sitting out in the garden is a not-too-distant possibility. It might be the nearest thing to a holiday that any of us have this year.
Stay safe. Stay sane. It isn’t forever. We can do this.
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