Sunny Sunday

Still no actual gardening to report.  In fact, it dawned so grey, cold, and miserable that we didn't even make it down to the plot for the gardening meeting.  Oops.  

However, the sun has come out and it's lovely now.  The daffodils are starting to think that maybe it will be ok after all.

The hyacinths are doing what hyacinths do.  It's silly, really.  It must be a breeding thing.  There must somewhere be a natural hyacinth that isn't barbie-doll-ishly top-heavy.  It can't be a favoured trait to end up face-down in the dirt.  But not here in my little bit of earth.  Nope.  Gotta get so many flowers onto that sucker that it can't support its own weight.  

My favourite thing at the moment is the little star-like crocuses.  They must be part of the new collection I planted last fall.  They're not in the friendliest of spots, but they're doing an ace job being elegant.