Spring is quietly making her way across the gardens.
Just been down the allotment and the wilderness is full of primroses, daffs and bluebells poking out the soil.
Even this muddly lawn and bare borders is heaving with more life than a couple weeks ago (note the emerging green where it was only horse manure in Feb???). I can no longer plant anything in the borders as everytime I do I severe a root or slice in half a bulb from a beloved plant - usually gladioli or alium. Last week I popped in my last attempt to grow sea holly (if it won't grow for me this year I wave the white flag), lupins (which remind me of Stoney Creek Road), Japanese anenome, dahlias and more gladioli.
One thing about spring that really winds me up is these little bastards making themselves known. I've got a job lot of nemaslug on the way... consider this your first and only warning.
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