Why are blogs like mouths? Because you open them and end up sounding like a proper dill.
Last time I mused that spring was springing. Finally. I had started my onion seeds, followed rapidly by the tomatoes, capsicum, chillies, various lettuces - in fact, the whole gamut.
About ten days later - which is to say, only a couple of weeks ago - this is what we woke to:
That's not a photo taken through a dirty window. Nor has a cotton-stuffed cushion been disembowelled and tossed in the air.
It's snow. That's right. S.N.O.W.
The seeds that had germinated were already basking in their little greenhouse warmed by the spring sunshine.
Well, they were, until they discovered they were looking out on snow:
I'd also uncovered the strawberries from their winter cocoon of a triple layer of garden fleece:
That's them just visible on the right. They coped. Remarkable plants, strawbs. Now they're flowering.
Tomorrow, 19C is forecast. The day after? The garden shudders to think.