Outside, the crocus keep coming.
Planting secrets revealed: dig hole; grab handful of bulbs and toss in hole; cover with soil and see what happens.
Next in line, Puschkinia libanotica, which sometimes gets called striped squill - one of those charming little bulbs that don't deserve to be called "minor."
This planting has been rooted around in since I took the picture - I suspect the neighborhood skunk.
From the postman, on Tuesday, after a speedy four day trip from Edinburgh:
the prize from Cornflower's most recent book draw:
One Fine Day, by Mollie Panter-Downes
Just a taste: "The world had contracted to domestic-house size, always whispering to the sound of somebody's broom." It's a gem. I'll write about it once I've read it again, at a less-devouring pace.
And, thirteen years ago this evening, a baby girl, whose arrival launched us into family life and more laundry than I could have imagined. Happy Birthday, Thirteen!
