Gardening journal | Spring is coming
Spring won’t be officially sprung until Wednesday 20th March, which still feels like an age away. But I’m not one for rules, my spring starts the moment the Daffs break the soil with their little green heads.
Every year for me the British winter feels utterly eternal, so as soon as the first signs of life start shooting up from the ground I feel like there’s light at the end of the tunnel. Just seeing the little stumps of baby daffodils or a white blanket of snowdrops makes me jump for joy and wave ta’ra to January and the blithering cold dark nights.
Well it’s still blithering cold and dark on a night, but it won’t be long.
Me’ Daffs - Look at ‘em. Cuties. Or to be fair they could be tulips, I can’t remember where I planted what, and I can’t tell the difference.
Written with love
Old Mother Hubbard
P.s. It’s only 35 sleeps until it’s officially spring.