… today feels more like this.
When February hangs around too long, you need these.
Well, I do anyway. Everything seems grey, brown or green at the moment. Green is gorgeous, of course, but I’m longing for rich, intense colours. Jewelled, stained glass colours. The colours of boiled sweets in a tall glass jar.
Anyway, saw these yesterday and thought they would provide a temporary solution.
By the way, I quite like February.
Definitely a feel of spring about the place today. And about time too!
Snowdrops abound; a suspicion of daffodil buds. Two or three pale crocuses have opened today, lonely and straggly in their oversized planters. (Where are the others?)
I’ve planted out some more red tulips, which were a most welcome gift. A lot to look forward to there …
Tiny shifts, tiny events everywhere, from the unidentified and intriguing (dark red shoots emerging in unmarked pots) to surprise discoveries (shy, white blooms of forgotten winter-flowering honeysuckle). And last year’s biggest rescue mission: white narcissus bulbs, found in a terrible, neglected state and given an emergency home in a huge plastic box. Too close together, too many in the box, but still alive and raring to go, by the looks of it. Let’s wait and see.
I took these last Sunday in the Peak District. How the weather can change in a week! Today: grey, raw, sleet and general murk. Just shows how we should make the most of things while we can.