In the last week or, more precisely, in the recent sunny weather the garden has come back to life. I've already seen these different butterflies. The bees are about and the pond skaters are surfing the pond.
Every year I find it amazing that the dreadful cold hasn't done for everything. You can see in the last picture the frost certainly did see off quite a lot of the lovely old reclaimed bricks that I put in as a border, they just crumble when you touch them. But the butter burr is right in there. The picture was pre-apocalypse-weeding spree, but I'm sure it won't be the last I see of it.
You will also note the lady's mantle and the Other Weed I don't know the name of, looks a bit like strawberry plants but that's just a heinous disguise to try to fool you. My garden is a positive Eden Project of the pestilential kind. Should Kew Gardens ever lose any of their extensive plant DNA collection in a freak bioaccident then they know where to come for a one-stop weed roundup.
Or, fingers crossed, fancy London restaurants will start demanding buttercups to fulfill new demand after this year's Masterchef winner uses them in an amazing must-imitate recipe. Obviously I have pre-empted this and am growing an extensive crop this year. In fact it's the best yield the lawn has ever produced. You can imagine how chuffed I am.
The other good news...
After extensive hanging out of the bathroom window when the sun was shining directly onto the pond, I managed to catch sight of both fishy friends at the same time. Thus proving they both are still going. One is much bigger than the other but this is irrelevent for fish spotting unless they are together (which made me think of this sketch).
The frogs aren't so evident this year, though I hear them at night and have seen the odd one. And one was a very odd one, it was standing on tiptoe on the bottom of the pond, reaching up with both hands. Very spooky.
Here endeth the garden roundup.