Despite it being cold today, the sun shone brightly and the whole garden looked as if it was thinking of waking up. My tiny clump of snowdrops is in full flower, my helebores are pushing their heads out of the earth and my clematis armundi -my absolute favourite spring flower- is just budding.
I love this bit of the year when you notice the days getting longer and everyday something new is awake in the garden. Normally I'd be rushing to the phone to compare gardening notes with my mum, but she died last year and now I find I have to have these conversations in my head.
Living in my warm London micro climate I would always be slightly ahead of her more exposed Wiltshire garden. She would always be amazed at my early budding magnolias and spring blossom, we'd compete fiercely over the magnificence of our oriental poppies -particularly the Patty's Plum which she would coax many more blooms out of than I ever could, with sweet peas and runner beans she was the undisputed queen. So being slightly ahead on timing was about as good as it got for me and I miss her encouraging words Spring is still looking good though.