At last it is undeniable. Even with this weekend's forecast of arctic winds and possible snow, spring is here. The morning streets are dusted with pink and white blossom, the green of evening grass has a new intensity and Howard and I are heading to the plot for some tidying (our boards are rotting and need replacing), and planting of some early summer salads.
I'm getting serious allotment envy. For the second year, we are starting from scratch (and of course we are grateful to our boots at getting this opportunity), but when I see the brassicas, potatoes, and even asparagus starting to creep through other people's plots I admit to a small regret at not getting to follow through on all four seasons.
But anyway, here we go, the intake of breath before another growing year, and a couple of pictures taken this morning of our roof terrace and rosemary. Happy spring everyone...
