Signs of Spring.

Twice I tried to post a blog yesterday but each time I uploaded all the pictures the internet did a wobbly and I lost the lot! Not good for the temper so let's see if it's ay better today. Yesterday rained from dawn to dusk, a grey and miserable day so here are some photos from the day before - a brief look at signs of spring to hopefully lift the spirits a little.




Next, one of the highlights of spring for me is this gorgeous marsh marigold which is just beginning to flower. That sunshiney yellow just glows even on the dullest of days and can't fail to cheer me as I wander through the garden to feed the animals. It grows at the edge of the little wildlife pond I built under the sloe tree, not the best of places perhaps as it's a bit shady sometimes, but it means we can gaze at it when we sit by the campfire.





Further down the garden the Merryweather damson is beginning to flower. I always think of this as a wedding tree with its creamy froth of blossom resembling confetti as it falls in the breeze. Ours sits next to the writing room Dave built himself which I couldn't get a decent picture of for some reason; the windows are so pretty
like something from a Beatrix Potter painting - one of my salvages from the council dump in the days before they sold it off to some big company. No bargains to be had now! The damson branches arch over the windows of the little wooden shed and the view on a sunny day with the blossoms against a blue, blue sky is just pure magic.





Two more before I leave the garden behind; first a view through the magnolia stellata which grows at the edge of the duck pond...





and then a shot of the first tulip to flower in the garden - I forget the name but it is a beautiful cream and green which is supposed to provide a backdrop to the hot red ones - why it is flowering quite this early goodness only knows!





So that was the garden on Wednesday and this was the sewing room on Thursday when the rain poured down on the glass roof so hard I couldn't hear the radio even at full volume - what was I doing? Well, working (playing) of course with these chaps...

Reservoir Babbits?





or The Usual Suspects perhaps?





Couldn't think of a film for this one but I sooo love his ears which just refused to lie down!





Think I need to move them off the shelves and out of sight as I spent far too long playing with them. It's good to be a child sometimes though isn't it?


Have a lovely day xx