A few days ago, when there was a short break in the sky business and the sun has shyly looked out of the fluffy clouds, Eddie and I ventured into the garden.
We haven't looked at it properly for weeks, and I was curious to see what is happening in the garden. I had some wild garlic delivered earlier last week, and they needed to be planted.
We also wanted to hang a little bird feeder that we made recently with Eddie.
There is a lot of work to be done soon. Lots of leaves will need to be swept from the paths, the lawn has to be cleared from all the rotting apples, which we left for the birds.
The sandpit has survived, though the lid will need a replacement, it looks battered and torn, and we don't want the neighbours' cats to feel welcome in our sand. Eddie was happily digging and trying to build a sandcastle from the very wet sand. We've had this sandpit from Big Game Hunters since November 2012 (see my original post Hurrah, we've got a sandpit), and it has been much used and much loved. When it's raining, Eddie talks about it, wishing for the rain to go away so he can play outside. The wooden frame withstands the cold and rainy weather, but as I said, we'll need to buy a new plastic cover.
Eddie grabbed a watering can, and despite me telling him it was wet as it was, he insisted on watering some plants.
To my surprise I found quite a few flowers already. The snowdrops are coming out, so far in very modest little groups, but soon there will be a carpet-full of these beautiful little fighters which are not afraid of the frost or snow.
There were a couple of purple spears of crocuses, and even a few yellow spots of primroses.
And to my total amazement, the black hellebore decided it was the right time for it to show its Royal Highness. I haven't seen it in bloom for the last couple of years, and was wondering if it would ever reappear.
Our garden is slowly awakening, and I cannot wait to start working there, with Eddie running around, playing with the sand and "helping" me.