“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg
The sun has been shining, it has been invigoratingly fresh, and it's been a day entirely devoted to gardening. Working my way round the beds, however, it wasn't difficult to see what should be In A Vase On Monday this week.
We have our very own host of golden daffodils. My husband spent several days in the autumn planting up a hundred or so bulbs he bought from the local garden centre.
I've no idea what variety they are ... my husband rarely keeps labels and I wasn't quick enough to save this one ... but they certainly make a bright and cheery jugful.
The white hyacinths were cut from a pot bought recently from a supermarket for a song. They started to droop so I cut them and popped them into the orange jar. It's one of the few receptacles I can lay my hands on since all my jugs and vases have been packed away waiting for the new flooring to arrive and be laid.
The glass snail, a paperweight, can be relied on not to nibble the flowers :)