Though the grass isn't really riz yet. Having said that, I have started to pull up sprouting crouch grass from the beds and dandelions! The beds are almost full of crocuses and other spring bulbs, which was such a nice surprise last week, when they started sprouting.
Spring this year is really late, not all the snow is gone yet, and we've only had the last 2 nights without frost, but I'm already thinking of when to have my "taking down the secondary glazing and washing it" party. Possibly calling it something snappier.
The broccoli has sprouted in the cut down milk cartons on the kitchen window sills and I think I'll have to repot them tomorrow! So I'd better start doing something about the 4 raised bed sidings that are sitting outside on the lawn. And the tomato plants are coming Sunday. Fortunately Graham has already made a lean-to green house, I just need to buy the growbags. It's all starting to take off at jet speed.
Unlike me. About 5 weeks ago Graham and I had a slight cold, three days after that we felt like we had got the after effects of the flu and they haven't worn off yet. It's jolly inconvenient, so I'm off to the docs tomorrow to see if I can get an appointment and something more specific than "it's a virus".
Still, sitting on the decking today, listening to the birds singing in a huge choir, watching the white clouds fluff overhead and the raptor wheeling over the forest, in a balmy 16C, and that gorgeous all-embracing smell of spring filling my lungs, it's a good life, and you don't need health to enjoy it.
