On Sunday, I plucked some forced rhubarb from its cosy hideout
It seemed a shame to cook it!
But it was just beautiful with pork for Sunday dinner, served instead of apple sauce and we used it to top our breakfast porridge on Monday and Tuesday. YUM.
It’s really cold today, but we’ve had some glorious days recently and there are sure signs that spring has indeed sprung. Daffs are blooming in the garden opposite. Mine are a reflection of myself, never very prompt but get there in the end.
While I wait, there are these
Shy little things, hiding such pretty faces
Meanwhile, back on the windowsill, basil is coming on nicely
in case you wonder, the white paper is to reflect the light
because even on a south facing windowsill there isn’t enough light at the moment
and the tomatoes continue to provide hope
see, proper tomato leaves
And the first snapdragon, penstamon and shasta daisy seeds have germinated
but they’re still too little to receive visitors.
I do love spring, but I adore summer.
The allotment bursting with good things,
strawberries and raspberries
I can pig out on them
Bring It On.