A definite mark, for me, that Spring has really sprung, is the surge of gardening energy that suddenly hits me.
For months I have walked past sadly neglected pots and troughs, that last Summer sported bright splashes of petunia splendour.
In the Winter, my thoughts do not turn to the garden: rather to how I can escape having to hang around outside.
So Saturday was THAT day for me: a frenzied buying and planting of the brightest and hardiest annuals I could find.
Here is a pic post of some of those and of some corners of our garden that have a sort of 'scruffy chic' - or maybe, I just like the way they look after themselves.