Springtime is here!!

So I promised some springtime pictures... and I managed to get a lot of them too ;)

This weekend was a beauty, the temperatures were warm... and we got to spend almost a whole day Sunday, in the garden.

A walk around a local town, showed a few springtime surprises...

There was a cherry tree in full bloom...

A few crocus and daffodils and as for my herbs... they are poking their heads up!
Today I saw some green... motherwort, lemon balm, lemon thyme, summer savoury, lavender and rosemary are looking good too!











Working in the garden scared up a frog, probably his first day out all year... he seemed a little dazed poor thing. DD was fascinated with him, and kept calling for "Fwog... tum back fwog!".
She loves stories about frogs and cats strangely enough...






Of course, I promised a picture of the Bradford Pear in bloom...
This was taken Friday, and today, the bloom is even more pronounced!









Here is a close-up of the bradford pear flowers (no, they do NOT smell good, nor do they produce pears)


I'll leave you with one of my favourite spring flowers... the daffodil.
In England, you can see huge groupings of daffodils together... all waving their head merrily in the breeze. So picturesque are they, that William Wordsworth wrote a poem featuring them!

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.