A happy (belated) Saint David's day to everyone! I am Welsh, and so celebrated in the best way that I know, which is a bunch of Daffs on the windowsill (thanks to the Fiancé whose romanticism knows no bounds), taking in the bracing spring air, and eating my wonderful, deliriously gorgeous leek, spinach and potato soup with freshly baked cheesy scones straight from the oven!

Please excuse my lack of posting/commenting, these few days have been spent doing much-necessary catching up between myself and The Fiancé, during these long winter days that he has been working his socks off, it has been hard just getting time to chat and have a cuppa together, let alone have breakfast in a civil way. So this is what we have been doing, getting up later than usual (at a respectable 7.30am!), having breakfast together, shared dog-walks through the spring countryside and lots of just enjoying each others company. It has been really nice (and much-deserved!).

On Tuesday, I recieved the most wonderful gift from Robyn, which was not only a complete surprise, but has made my week - so this is a thanks to you, you darling! It was the most unexpected thing to pop through my postbox, but it has made a soppy girl very happy indeed, thanks!

The crocuses are up, and just waiting to unfurl their petals, I am feeling better than I have done for a long time, the wedding invites are sat on my dining room table waiting to be addressed and posted, and life at the moment is really nice! The next week or so the Fiancé and I are planning to get out more into the garden, finish lots of small jobs around the house (decorating, sanding, cleaning etc) so that when the wedding time comes, it will be in perfect order!


I'm now off to get cosy in a nice hot bath courtesy of Lush, but before I go, I'll leave you with a poem, from a book I found in the local Oxfam shop, entitled 'Poems for Gardeners' edited by Germaine Greer, famous thigh-slapping feminist and witty writer, she is also an avid gardener.

"The almond flourisheth, the birch-trees flow,
The sad mezereon cheerfully doth blow,
The flowery sons before their fathers seen.
The snails begin to crop the mandrake green;
The vernal sun with crocus garden fills,
With hyacinths, anemones, and daffodils.
The hazel catkins now dilate and fall,
And paronychions peep upon each wall."

Early Spring by Anon [Sir Thomas Browne?]