Knitting the leaves on my pretty new socks and the lovely warm air lured me outside to survey my neglected flowerbeds. As I began clearing away leaves, Ian popped his head outside and we had a Tom Sawyer moment. Soon we were doing this:
It was wonderful to see that the bulbs were trying very hard to come up. I saw evidence of crocuses, grape hyacinth, and campanula trying to make some headway. The real winners in the garden are these pushkinia:
I had almost given up hope. It's been nasty.
Always the first up, first to bloom, and the loveliest snowdrop type flowers will be bursting out after a few more warm days.
The sun was shining brightly on them so they look like they're glowing.
I also realized yesterday that I am going to have to work much faster on this navy scarf - I need those needles for the Myrtle Leaf Shawl (ravelry link) from Victorian Lace Today. I expect it to be long and involved, and wonderful.