But returning home tonight, the sun was shining, the blustery winds over the weekend dropped and the garden just shone with promise. The second tulips are starting to flower; the hyacinths are hanging on in there; the grape hyacinths swarming across the (now) perfectly raised beds like an invasionary force. After a few seasons the cowslips are thickly carpeting the beds too, just as I hoped for at the drawing board stage of this garden.
The plum tree surrendered its blossom to the weekend's winds, but the apple blossoms have started into action to take its place. Even the black mulberry has at last begun to unfurl its leaf buds.
And standing at the french windows cup of tea in hand, I felt a lump in my throat, and that old familiar jiggle in my heart. Summer's on its way, and with it a little prickle of anxiety; have I left it too late to get all the seeds started off? What if I don't get those blasted paths sorted this year? What if, what if? Two cups of tea and a piece of lemon drizzle cake later my horticultural anxiety lifted as I considered the charms of plug seedlings from B&Q. I really do lead the life of Riley.