It’s the same each spring when returning life suddenly arrives: the air is full of birdsong, and I remember where the fritillaries are in the lawn.
Today I planted two rows of Charlotte potatoes, all the onion sets under fleece, a row of mangetout and (optimistically) some salad seeds. I thought I had cat-proofed everywhere but returned to find Lawrence’s tubby tabby staring at me from the middle of one of the netted beds. Squirrels and cats!
It was lovely to renew my acquaintance with some old favourites: