Growing, growing...

Spring has sprung, quite definitely... the celeriac has finally been harvested and the raised bed cleared ready for new planting; the garden (and the lane beyond) is filled with flowers and buds; and the sparrows are chasing each other like the Red Arrows on their day off, swooping down, zipping off, and the whole thing accompanied by their incessant chirping. All the other birds are singing their songs too, 'I'm here! Over here! Come and find me!' as they search for a mate. The noise and movement is quite crazy at times. I've only seen one lone little frog hiding in the pond, too shy to go a-courting. At least the plants just get on with it quietly - a bit of creaking, I'd imagine, as they push through the ground, a teeny, tiny, squeak, as their buds finally *pop*, a delighted sigh as the sun comes out and they turn their flowery faces towards it... Much more discreet.

Enough 'may' or hawthorn to allow for 'borrowing' some...

Rip Van Winkle daffodil

In the lane, white violets...

...and violet violets.

Forget-me-not. As if...