It's coming... 🌿🌷🌼⛅

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It's coming - can you feel it?

When the sun comes out, it's actually warm. The daffodils are nodding in the breeze. Yes, it's still nippy when the sun's in, and the trees still look awfully wintery, but spring is around the corner. 

It's the last day of February and it's suitably grey and blustery. But hope is emerging. 

The bulbs I planted last autumn are peeping up - clumps of tulips, muscari, crocuses, daffs... I love seeing them peep their heads above ground as a reminder of my hard work last year. I planted almost 1,000 of the buggers. 

I'm extremely busy at the moment - which as any self employed person knows, is a great relief - but it's also an immensely enjoyable time to be out there. Buds are ripening, promising all sorts of wonders. New shoots are nascent, and temptingly green. 


Since becoming a full time gardener, I have such a heightened awareness of the seasons, and nature, and the weather. I can be in a garden on a cloudy day and see the way the light goes an off-yellow all of a sudden, and feel the way the wind whips up out of nowhere, and I can tell that rain is coming. Sling my bag under a patio table and pull my hood up: here we go. More often that not, I'm right. 

I can be digging away in a border and hear the unmistakeable chirp of a robin and sure enough, seconds later, I'll have a little friend bobbling around near where I'm working to gobble up a fat worm that I've disturbed. The call of a robin is extremely comforting now for this reason. 



So what's next for me, in March?

I'm doing a LOT of post-winter tidies
Planting plan orders are rolling in ready for spring proper
Looking at gaps in established gardens and thinking what to fill them with
Sowing sweet peas which I LOVE doing
Visiting my suppliers to see what the plant offerings are like for my clients for March

What do you have planned in your garden?

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