My husband's not the spontaneous flower giving type. In fact, I could probably count the number of times he's surprised me with flowers on the fingers of one hand. So I was all the more delighted when he gave me these flowers for my birthday.
As I was "arranging" them (in my own unique way!) it brought back memories of our student days when he presented me with a large bunch of flowers on the morning I set off for my industrial placement in France. I crossed the channel and then drove down to Amiens with a large bouquet in the passenger seat of my elderly Renault 5. It was foggy as only the North East of France can be in January, and to top it all one of my windscreen wipers snapped off. Those were the days! A heady mix of a lack of responsibility and reckless behaviour.
He also gave me these and a large box of chocolates. I am a lucky woman.
Outside things are perking up.
Camellia in bloom.
Spring bulbs in the grass.
Snowdrops, aren't they lovely?
What they don't tell you in the magazines is that if you are daft enough to try and naturalise bulbs in the dog's favourite spot for chewing sticks then suitable defences will be required to stop them being squashed flat. Spot the barricades around the snowdrops.
Someone's looking guilty.
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