It makes everything burst into green, buds swell and produce blossom the like of which makes me swoon. The grass grows and smells sweet after cutting. The morning birdsong drives me crackers because it starts so early and they stop welcoming the dawn when I have to get up. The weather becomes even more of a national obsession - will we have a good summer? I don't know. I'd quite like two consistently dry days so that I can start tidying up the garden. That's driving me crackers too.
So yesterday was beautiful. There was every opportunity to mow and clip and compost. But there wasn't really. Yesterday was Crop. And National Scrapbook Day to boot, so it would have been doubly rude to blow off the date for the sake of some lawn maintenance, non? Mais Oui. So I didn't.
You can see the not-filled-in date pennant. I can't remember how old she was in this sweet pic. May Day was her 19th birthday see, so I'm still a bit behind. I have to scrap photos as I feel like it; chronological scrapping is mind numbingly boring for me. I know it says something about me, but I'm not sure what.
And slightly more up to date, we had a visitor last month after we'd had the conservatory door open for an evening. Luckily, Mr D and Miss D were delighted by him and captured and re-homed him with care and much mirth at my ridiculous girly shrieking. Honestly, the unpredictable 'boing' motion made me flee. Wow, never knew I could be shaken by a tiny toad!
I'm being quite doily and printed paper free, as you can and will see over the next few scrapbook related posts..I was sent some lovely stuff to play with by the good crafty people at Baker Ross and I'm really enjoying them.
|An apparently inexhaustible supply of doilies, fab colours!|
|And a pad of summery printed papers, 24 x 35cm, so perfect for preventing the need to cut into another 12 x 12 when looking for a piece of background or matting. Happy scrapper!|
Now, today is the second consecutive dry day, so after this, I'm off to Lawn Mower land. Wish me luck. it's a jungle out there, well at the uncut-from-last-time edges, anyway!