It happens every year, Spring comes along when you least expect it. One day your garden is full of snow, or water, whatever the case may be. The next, the birds are singing, children are playing volleyball with a beachball over a badminton net, and you spot the first signs of life.
For me today is was my chives. I was doing something out back and happened to look over at my mini herb garden and there was fresh green growth. I love that feeling I get as plants come back to life. So I peered a little closer and, lo and behold, the oregano was full of life below last year's dead stalks (which have now been removed).
I was surprised to see that even some of the plants in pots that I was so sure this rather wet and cold (for England) winter would see off were also sprouting afresh.
Well, that was it. This person who hates gardening went and did the only thing that I really like to do out there. Pruning. I make a wonderful pruner as I am viciously ruthless. In no time at all I had the wheelie bin full, and I was almost tempted to 'borrow' the neighbours bin too and fill that up with even more.
It was a gloriously warm and sunny day. It happens every year, and every year I get filled with hope that this will be the year we actually have a proper summer. Please let 2013 be the summer that the sun shines, the rain abates and barbecue gets used nightly.