WordPress are messing with the image formatting at the moment, so I’ll just hold on a post with more text and celebrate the arrival of spring (yippee!)
First, the chionodoxas are just going over a bit:
Really they are. They were better; they seem to have been enjoying the fact that the rowan was lost in the winter storms.
But that doesn’t matter because the fritillaries are starting:
Now all I have to do is ensure that the Mad Dog of Dyffryn – actually Harlech, but couldn’t think of suitable alliteration other than the Horrible Hound of Harlech, and she isn’t horrible, she’s just young – doesn’t eat these too (ten daffodils met their end the day before yesterday). Or bounce on them. Or try and water them:
Hmm. Am rethinking my advice to P that he should get another dog.