old town garden: daffodils

Most of the crocus in the lawn have finished flowering now apart from one clump in a shady spot. Following them are the daffodils. Much welcome sunshine yellows and oranges on dull, cloudy days.

Frogs spring

So far march has been a month of cold, dry days with fleeting warm moments in the sun. The daffodils have finally started to open up this week. On Tuesday I was weeding around the broad beans in the old town garden, loving the rays beaming down on me, when I noticed the air chill quickly. A dense fog crept slowly in from the sea. We have been under a cloud of grey drizzle ever since. Perfect weather for frogs.

Old Town Garden: the crocus

Riches in nature

Gold, silver, copper and sapphire. It felt like spring today! The weather forecast was for rain. Tsk.

Love is in the air

Love is a verb. If I want more love in my life I remind myself to be more loving.

Old Town Garden: New life

The allotment: quirky

I love the personal touches on people's allotments. As I wandered about today I saw some things that made me smile. All the objects I have photographed are from plots worked by men. Although the fairy is for one man's female friend who comes to visit. Allotments are often adorned with imperfect, found objects; bits of throaway trash. They add a fun element like any garden sculpture. Those who are able to spend the most time there are the ones who go one step further and add embellishment to otherwise functional spaces. The plots become an outdoor home from home for many. Others are left untended for months then nature takes over. I love the colours of the strawberry runners creeping over the old bag. The combination of textures from an old door frame and broken piece of glass are quite beautiful.