Spring is sprung
It's official, Spring has arrived!
Well actually, rampant frogs have arrived and are laying down clouds of frogspawn in the pond. Every time I open the porch door, there's a splashing flurry of legs as the frog scoots away, all embarrassed at being caught in the act.
It's not looking as if it's going to be a particularly floral Spring, it has to be said. Youngest daughter was at best, disparaging, about the one-and-a-half miniature daffodils that finally managed to make it into the daylight, and the mass of celandines which cheered up the front garden last year are conspicuous by their absence. Even the ever-blooming rose seems to have stopped.
The magnolia tree is starting to bud with a degree of enthusiasm, but whether said buds are going to be leaves or flowers, remains to be seen. After last year, and the somewhat harsh cropping it received at the hands of the mad axe-man, Steve (under the guise of pruning it), I will be very surprised to see vast numbers of flowers, although it wouldn't take very many to beat the seven it displayed after the 'trim'.
Rather splendidly, the Christmas cactus I had as a gift two years ago, is positively vibrant, with new leaves exploding onto the scene, and a second flowering. Until now, it's never even hinted at a desire to spread, and the whole thing has taken me completely by surprise. I have absolutely no idea why it should have happened since the only change is that it now lives in the bathroom, but I'm not complaining.
