At last the weather is good enough to sit out on the balcony – and a long time in coming. Within the last couple of weeks we’ve had snow in Scotland and sleet here in Central London.
UV rays not withstanding, I love sitting outside with a book and a cold drink, getting my ‘South of France’ type tan. Luckily, the set of glass-topped table, four armchairs and a sunshade we bought from Argos years ago are still going strong.
I’m used to seeing bluebells in a more natural habitat – in a bosky wood. But here they are in the patch of ground surrounding this Victorian block of flats in Westminster.
I don’t usually walk this way, though I sometimes park in the Disabled bay further along the street. I was delighted to see this flash of colour, a reminder that Spring has finally come.
When I’ve walked past before, the area in front of the apartments has been a mixture of tangled greenery interspersed with areas of dry earth. Lovely to be cheered up on my walk back from the bank.
The look of Spring
It’s not spring for another month – not until Louse’s birthday on March 21st – but there’s something about a window box full of narcissi and primulas that cheers you up on a cold February day.