Last weekend Cameron and I set our attentions to planting our March seeds. A quick trip to the garden centre was required and while we were there I couldn't help stopping to snap a picture of these baby willow trees - can't you just imagine a serene glade surrounded by these trees, gently swaying in the breeze? I'm such a dreamer sometimes!
Anyhow, the seed planting was particularly interesting this year as Cameron is going to be growing independently in his own spot of the garden.
I am very much a slap-dash kind of a gardener - I take care but I don't fuss over my plants and I find that Mother Nature is very good at just getting on with things without much interference from me, which is lucky because there's always something else I feel I should be getting on with. Cameron, on the other hand, is a perfectionist. His pace is slow and steady and his attention to detail is meticulous.
I'll admit that I had to stifle a giggle when the ruler appeared!
In our part of the world it's looking very much like our mild winter is behind us. This time last year (and all the way up to April) we were still knee deep in snow and yet this year spring has sprung, it's almost too warm for a jacket already and I've switched the heating off.
The ground is still a bit wet for digging but meanwhile we have our seedlings to tend in the conservatory.
One week on and there's much more activity than we expected. The tiny heart-shaped leaves of radishes sprouted above the surface of the soil after just three days followed swiftly by lettuce, kale and today Cameron's nasturtiums are peeking out too.
Every few hours there's something new to see and every morning there's a dramatic change in the seed trays. I'm like a child on Christmas morning, rushing down the stairs to see what Santa has brought - except that I'm looking to see what gifts Mother Nature has left instead.
Have you got seeds planted yet?