Crocus pocus...

My parents didn’t plant any of these. They blame the giant squirrel (whom I love but they hate) for spreading the seeds. I think it’s a good thing. The garden is full of colour. Fat squizzer has earned his / her keep I say. The missiles on the back window ledge would suggest my Dad disagrees.

It’s my Mum’s 80th birthday today. It seems we all bought her the same gift so now she’s got three bottles of Drambue to wade through.

Happy birthday Mum. X