Last week was particularly hard, as amongst other things Michael hurt his back. Last night I fell into bed utterly exhausted, and I will confess that I’ve not really emerged until this afternoon. It’s not illness, I don’t think (I hope!), but sometimes I just have a bit of a collapse. Michael is better now (and the Dafter did manage to go to school twice during the week), and I’m sure I will be right as rain by the time Monday comes around.
Today the house has been battered by sleet. But yesterday was a fine day, and I had the chance to visit Cruickshank Botanical Gardens for a quick half-an-hour. I love these gardens at all times of year, so I thought I’d share my tour with you:
I like how the name of the gardens is incorporated into the cast-iron gate on the Chanonry.
At this time of year, you need to look closely for signs of spring, but they are there:
The ground was frozen, and you can see the frost still lying where the sun never touched the grass, but we have actually had warmer temperatures than people further south in England this week.
I love the colour of these cyclamen, like a garland around the tree trunk:
In the spring and summer, I love to watch the tadpoles turn into frogs. But now all is asleep in the ice:
Can you see the waxing moon in the sky? By summer, these beds will have flowers seven feet high:
And this is one of my favourite parts of the garden. It reminds me so much of Oregon:
The sun is low in the sky by 2:30 – but it is now still a little bit light at 5 pm. Hooray!
I hope you’re all having a good weekend, and keeping warm if you’re in one of the cold places.