|The little Christmas tree waiting to be planted out.|
Yesterday, I risked life and limb to go into the scary part of the loft to put away the Christmas decorations. Three years ago, I put my foot through a slat in the floor and, apart from being very frightened, I bruised my leg very badly. I really don't want to go into the loft any more, but needs must. So, phew. That's done.
Our little tree has travelled to France and is resting in a sheltered spot until it can be planted out. We still have to decide where.
Apart from that, there are signs of spring everywhere and I am enjoying that.
The white heather is France and London are holding out bravely. The next hard frost will kill them off, but I am enjoying them while I can.
|The white heather.|
|The brave little plants in France.|
|More white heather.|
|A few green shoots, just as the Chancellor predicted for the economy. |
These will be little yellow daffodils called Cheerfulness. Very appropriate.
|Yellow hyacinths getting ready to bloom on my kitchen table.|