Walked the dog this morning without a coat, hat and extra socks. Admittedly I was still wearing a v. thick cardigan and a scarf - but then it is still February.
Ah jolly, I thought to myself, as I bimbled along with the houndy, admiring the spring flowers in Other People's gardens. I recognise daffodils (but there were none) and snowdrops (plenty) and I assume the other pretty little, dainty blooms were crocuses and ... other spring flowers I have heard of.
I really must, I also thought to myself, sort our garden out. We are lucky to have one; and it is so nice to take a moment and look upon pretty things growing. Ooh, my setting seems to be jammed on 'Wistful'.
So, inspired by nature kindly Springing up around me, I went straight out into the garden to See If Anything Could be Done.
And what did I spy? Among the - frankly - crap?
Only this ...
|It's a Yellow Thing|
Imagine my excitement, when I am more used to finding things like this ...
|I don't even know who that ball belongs to. It isn't ours.|
I was compelled, after the discovery of the Yellow Thing, to search for more signs of life.
I found this ...
...which I thought was growing buds, but on closer inspection it was revealed that a weed was growing up it, so I don't think that counts.
But this ... this is definitely Potentially Something Pretty ...
And this, maybe ...
This is definitely thriving. Although I'm not sure what it is exactly. Think it may be Parsley ... I'll test it on the kids.
Not much hope for this fellow ...
But check these little beauties out ...
|Oooh! Purple things!|
I think these might be resurrecting? Is that possible? As far as I could tell they died at Christmas.
So there we are. Spring has sprung in our garden. It really has and I am impressed, frankly, because - as I fancy may be all too obvious - I do almost entirely nothing out there all year.
I may have to remedy that this year. I may not, it has to be said, but I may.
Ooooh suspense, eh?
Right, I am off to Google 'things I can plant with little effort that will grow and be beautiful without any care or attention'.