The simplest things can give the greatest pleasure. These delicate Crocus tommasinianus have brought wonderful colour and atmosphere to the house in the first few weeks of the year. And they work beautifully in one of the small Pumcetto pots by Reginald Dick, we bought from an artists sale in Penzance recently.
Outside we’ve enjoyed catching up in a most unexpected, long dry spell. It’s been a real pleasure to at last be able to walk on the grass, and tread the soil with impunity. Just like the ones indoors, the crocus bulbs down by the lower bridge have given a great display, something beautiful to come across on the way to feed the chickens, which incidentally are looking very plump and perky now, and all laying well.
Many snowdrops have done well this year, but the best is a fine strong clump of the tall 'S. Arnott' in the lawn garden beds. The flowers are so elegant on their long stems with the added bonus of the wonderful scent of honey. One of the best.
The weather change has got us all out and about, walking the coastal path at Lundy Bay, Rupert leading the way. He really seems to enjoy the attention that sole pointer status now gives him. When the days are good this spring, they really are mild and inviting. It was almost, almost, mild enough to sit outside at times. But not quite. Yet. For the past week we’ve endured a really cold spell. Not the snow that has fallen elsewhere in the UK, but a really dry and windy withering bitterness, perhaps the last blast of winter? Let’s hope.