Spring isn't here yet. I just wanted to make that clear. It won't in fact be here until two minutes past eleven on Wednesday 20th March.
If you hadn't guessed, I'm a bit of a pedant about this whole spring business.
Or at least I was.
Now I'm just getting very, very, very bored of winter.
So I'm cheating.
The children and I have decided to hurry spring on. That's why we've cut goat willow stems, flowering cherry twigs and brought inside tray loads of Iris reticulata in pots.
A bit of kitchen warmth is enough to encourage the iris to come into flower a week or two early, and the same trick (with a sprinkling of sugar in the water to give the plant some food) works on the goat willow and prunus.
We've even hung the goat willow stems with eggs for decoration. And yes, I know it's not Easter for another two and a half weeks either, but hey, we're just crazy rule breakers round here now.
Why not try it too? It'll be anarchy - but on a very small, floral, faintly scented level.