Looking up

The weather,

(sorry it's all I can talk about at the moment)

is looking up.

Warm enough to shed the 'shmere,

and tempting enough to plant out the tomatoes 

and think about filling the pots, troughs and baskets
which are still full of tulip stalks.

Much though I love Sarah Raven's planting combinations,

it is more economical to take her suggestions to the local garden centre.

I can also choose my moment rather than being worried 

that I won't be here when they arrive and they will shrivel on the doorstep.

The window man is back.

Work has started on replacing our rotten garage doors,

so that's going to be a welcome facelift for the house. 

and quite by coincidence I managed to bump into

Mark Rylance again, while lurking outside The Mousetrap

which I perhaps inadvisedly decided was one of those things 

I ought to have seen by now.

And no, I haven't seen Star Wars or read War and Peace.

We fitted in a trip to Avebury, which was a full winter garb experience

but still very uplifting.

We heard our son's plane fly in over the house this morning.
I looked up but couldn't see it as the clouds have rolled back in,
but it will be lovely to have him back for a little while,
until he takes off again for Japan.