It really was a lovely warm and sunny weekend. The butterflies emerged for the sunshine: tortoiseshells, peacocks and brimstones. And the birdsong! Such a pleasure to sit, watch and listen with the sun on your face, in between weeding/tidying/digging of course.
|The only clouds were contrails left by high-flying planes|
|Even I was down to my tee-shirt|
We were pleased to see some of the broad beans and sweet peas have germinated. My tomato seedlings at work still look like straggly cress - I wonder whether they'll ever become plants. Coldplay provide the music for the clocks springing forward to BST.