Water, water…

Everywhere! That reminds me of English lessons at school – we had to learn a number poems over the years and The Ancient Mariner was one of them. But this week it’s been the rain which has scuppered my plans. I am so keen to get into the garden as there’s so much to do – the weeds have started to grow, there are more roses to prune and trees which are now starting to interfere with the neighbour’s telecoms wires. Big John is due to give another tree a serious haircut but it’s just too wet out there. Even the cat can’t bear to be outside for long and skids across the floor when she rushes back inside. On a happier note there are signs of Spring with hellebores doing their best, camellias trying hard to look beautiful, hubbies garlic plants are over a foot tall and tiny daffodils are beginning to bloom. Roll on proper Spring though – and soon please!