In a fit of rebellion, I’ve started going out without a gazillion layers on. Yes, this isn’t the wisest plan for British Spring weather (mostly rain) but godammit, the clocks changed and I’m dressing for the season I want! (Idiot.)
Wales is rarely blessed with sunshine but we’ve had enough lately for my garden to start panicking that it’s running behind with its bloom-age (technical term).
Last weekend, my folks were visiting and we finally put together my bedding box. I say we, I mean me and dad did.. in the rain.. while mum & PJ watched. Gits. Still, it’s done and the Garden looks a craptonne better for it.
Elsewhere in the garden, this kind of shiz is happening, which makes me giddy with holy-crap-I-managed-to-grow-something joy.
Ain’t spring grand?