Last weekend, Mr Life, Daughter 2 and I went (as we so often do) to the Botanic Gardens.
Look at these tulips (mainly) - a burst of cheering colour.
Wallflowers and tulips lining the path to the big glasshouse. What a wonderful scent wallflowers have. They smell of spring.
Our little blossom. (One of them anyway.)
This is my garden today. Rather smaller - very small, in fact - but I love it. The cherry blossom is falling like pink snow.
I have tulips too, though they're just about over. The herbaceous plants are growing almost visibly.
Look, they're bigger already. Sirius watches them suspiciously.
This afternoon, Mr Life and I went to Malleny, a National Trust garden not far away. It's not particularly big - 2 acres, maybe? - but peaceful and soothing. Like my garden, it has lots of herbaceous plants that aren't at their best yet but are stretching themselves in the warm air.
More blossom, this time (alas) without Daughter 2, who's 400 miles away.
This is one tree with several trunks, like giants' legs.
I love trees: the variousness of their shapes and all the different greens. Heard on the radio today - from a survey form:
Occupation: Sculptor of stone lions.
Detailed description of job: I chip off all the bits of stone that aren't lion.
