DOWN THE PRIMROSE PATH

Well, not quite but we have our first wild primrose out and it seems very early.

But they are not the only signs off spring, albeit in mid February.

Various crocus are now appearing, some we are trying to naturalise and get to self seed, others I had forgotten were there and are a surprise.

 Of course we have a few early daffodils and catkins on the hazel, both up in the wood where the hazel have seeded, presumably from jays or squirrels burying nuts and in the hedge at the bottom of the garden. 




And the snowdrops are splendid.

If one looks more closely at the small things on the garden there are such as the fruiting bodies on the moss - this is on the sundial.


R saw a flowering viburnum in a pot so now we have a Viburnum tinus Eve Prince potted and done - late winter scent.
I have moved the rudbeckia from the cutting bed as it is out of control amongst the raspberries, to a mass planting near the apple tree.
Still spreading muck.
The Clematis armandii that I thought had succumbed to wilt last year is showing vigorous growth but will it last?

Despite the flooding it does not seem to deter the birds and animals. A snap of a fat rabbit just outside the living-room window (actually two, there is another behind the rosemary on the left, and lower in the garden the pheasants and mallard.










The sun struggles to come through the endless cloud but we have not had the disastrous flooding that has occurred elsewhere in the country.

Do I speak too soon - rain, rain, go away . . . Thursday and it pours, nipped to shed for birdseed and got soaked, nipped to the pond and wheeee! slipped on the wet mossy path which did my new knee no good at all - so limped to house, changed damp muddy clothes and finished this blog.