These spring days, when the weather plays nice, are my favourite. Mild sunny days spent in the garden, surrounded by flowers and new spring growth. Even the most neglected parts of the garden have a charm about them at this time of year . Yesterday Hugo and I had nowhere to go and nowhere to be except at home. All too rare these days, as it seems the pace really picks up towards the end of the year. A day off is one to be treasured.
We spent the morning in the garden, sowed some lettuce seeds, planted tomatillos, harvested all the carrots and a few rogue garlics that were overlooked last year. Then the sight of a massive scorpion forced a hasty retreat inside. A hot chocolate to soothe the fractured nerves of a small boy (who thought scorpions have lasers) and a batch of cinnamon buns to bake. Ready just in time to share with friends for afternoon tea. A perfect spring day with nowhere to go. I wish there was more of them.