Spring has sprung... sort of.

Hate to resort to weather talk on the blog, very cucumber sandwiches, but here goes...

Over the last week, the weather has been getting a little warmer. Plus with the change to daylight savings last week, and the blossoms on the trees, it really feels like spring. That is... until this morning.

After being woken by Gideon at a ridiculous time for a Sunday morning, 6.30am found me running around the house like a mad thing with my camera, opening windows and doors (and you know how much I love my sleep ins on Sunday mornings!). Here are some of the photos I took of the garden.

6.30am - the view from our bedroom window

Our little house a bit later in the morning

Some yellow tulips that took shelter under a tree.

A red tulip that wasn't so lucky.

Something amusing....

This might give you a bit of a chuckle...

Last weekend, I was chilling out at home during the afternoon when there was a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, there was a guy, maybe in this early thirties, standing there, a clipboard in hand. I waited expectantly to hear what he was collecting for, surveying on or selling. He asked me, "Are your parents home?" I answered... "No". We looked at each other, me hiding a smile, him thinking of what to say next. He mumbled something like "Thanks", and then walked off. :D