Variety

Ah, spring, lovely spring. The garden is very daffodilly. 

And a bit tulipy.

And somewhat drumstick primula-ish.

I planted blue scillas years ago and, perversely, they insist on marching out of the flowerbed into the driveway, from where it's impossible to dig them out. Why can't they seed themselves in the opposite direction? I do love them, though. 

We did a recce for a walk the other day, along a former railway line from Bonnyrigg to Penicuik. It was a sunny day but quite breezy, with the wind in our faces, which made it harder to walk. 

Signs of spring in these pussy willows. 

This community woodland thoughtfully provided a bench for the weary traveller. We sat on it. 

It was all very jolly, but it was also six and a half miles, so we were pleased to arrive in Penicuik and have a coffee, before bussing home. 

Penicuik, pronounced Pennycook.

Smallest Granddaughter was delighted when a greenfly landed on her hand the other day. I'm not myself a great greenfly fan; they eat my plants. Still, it's lovely to see the world through a child's eyes.

Talking of eyes, I discovered recently that Son-in-Law 1 doesn't know the colours of his (two) children's eyes. I was absolutely astounded. We discussed this a bit, and he said, well, it's not important. Which it isn't, but I still can't imagine not knowing - well, the colours of most of my friends' eyes, let alone my children's. As I climbed into bed later that night, I thought to check that my dear husband, whom I've known since 1964, knows the colours of our children's eyes. And he doesn't! (He was keeping that very quiet during the discussion.)

I then thought to mention this to two separate groups of friends. I thought they would all express extreme amazement, but on the whole they all nodded and said "Mmm". One remarked that she couldn't really say what colours her children's eyes were, and then said the same as my SIL: that it wasn't important. And I agree: it's not important. But still...

Now, I'm not claiming special powers - I haven't got much sense of direction, for example and am not good if my computer misbehaves. But on the whole, should I want to think of the colours of my friends' eyes, I just imagine their faces and look at the colour. I mean, it's not an infallible system if it's someone I've only met a few times, but if I know them, I know their eye colour and, come to that, the shape of their teeth and their noses and what their hands are like and so on. Is this unusual, o bloggy friends? Surely not?