Today was a glorious (late) spring day; the first time this year that it has really felt warm outside. Handsome was up early and out in the garden before I had really surfaced. I need at least two cups of coffee, no matter how sunny it is; I followed him out once suitably caffeinated.
We left the boys asleep in the lounge, it didn't seem worth harassing them. I'm fairly sure I heard them at 3 am this morning, not that I was listening too hard.
Handsome spent this morning energetically spreading compost over the vegetable beds so that we can plant tomorrow. I spent this morning pottering around, taking photos, sweeping the back steps and eating ice-lollies in the sunshine.
But the little daffodils have survived just fine, despite being flattened by the last snow two weeks ago.
I love peonies – mine are the dark red velvety ones that only last a few days.
And the rhubarb really needs weeding – maybe I'll do it tomorrow, after I've planted broad beans and sugar-peas and lettuce. Handsome has potatoes and carrots and leeks and onions to plant.
The boys finally woke up about eleven o'clock.