After a few days of sub-zero temperatures, the garden is starting to thaw out. Green is making a welcome comeback, spiking sharply through the dwindling snow. Smooth pebbles gleam. Fog hovers protectively.
There’s more birdsong today. A sense of spring, waiting. Just out of sight.
Recovery continues: today I ventured outside to tackle the wilderness garden.
I planted some allium bulbs, which have been hanging around the house for some weeks. It seems terribly late, but I hope to salvage something from them. When I’d finished, my fingers felt as if they’d turned to steel!
The photographs were taken at Alnwick Castle Gardens last year. A wonderful place for ideas and inspiration!
There’s a very new, very small pond in our garden. Raw at first, it filled gradually with rainwater. Then, before we had even decided what to do with it, nature began to move in. First, there was a huge yellow frog, which didn’t stay long.
Then a beetle.
We bought some plants to improve the pond’s appearance, but also for oxygenation purposes.
Great excitement ensued when we found that two frogs had taken up residence; their activities are monitored with immense enthusiasm. That shivery feeling when they emerge in the dusk to go hunting! Laughter as they plop back in. Of course, we also hope they will keep the slug population under control…