WAKEY, WAKEY

 The woodpecker is hammering away in the trees, the cherry buds are swelling and one of our cock pheasants cannot help but admire himself in our living room window, strutting back and forth beside his reflection.

So let us get the daffs done with and for all the glory of these it is the small wild ones we live the most.

Elsewhere there are the beginnings of a banking full of wild primroses, the flowering currant is coming out as is the clematis armadii on the shed. I thought we had lost this to clematis wilt but it is recovering. Our hellebore is full of flower and the quince never seems to have stopped flowering.

Then there are the euphorbias and the white pulmonaria etc.

Elsewhere there are other stirrings - apart from the frogspawn the water lily is showing its first tentative leaves and the rhubarb is growing nicely. 

Beside the small bed where the white camassias and purple sensation allium grew last year seedlings have appeared in the path - but which are they from? And we have moles and moles and moles! They come in from the surrounding fields. I could now have two or three waistcoats and we have had the catcher in but . . . 

And then there is the wonderful work our gardener S is doing fashioning the new veg beds. When they are done I will have to grow something in them - like snails and slugs and caterpillars. At least with the wire netting not rabbits - may not be high enough to keep out the deer though.