The earliest yet, though not the sweetest spears on the bed if I'm not mistaken, but let's wait and see.
Hyacinths: each year we plant the spent bulbs we grow indoors, and this year their scent has pervaded the whole plot; and endive which has flourished in the face of total neglect on our part, and total benevolence on the part of the mild winter.
Wild garlic is putting in an appearance in the scuzzy hidden space behind the shed,
while on the sunny side it's almost tropical with flowering bay and imminent yucca flowers.
And amid all this promise, an almost certain unhappy end for the mouse - or was it a young rat? - that our feline neighbour Pixie flushed it out of the currant bush.
I suddenly feel like I've missed the bus.