Pink, yellow, white, green. And turtle.

Yesterday it rained. As it does. But for a short while, while it still rained, the sun came out. I did a quick tour of the garden; spring colours are here!

Daffodil in a dark corner

The plum tree is blooming.

Bleeding hearts, Dicentra spectabilis., sprouting in a plastic pot. So pink!

Another daffodil. weighted down with raindrops.

My old turtle, still guarding the flower bed.

He's been in my gardens for many years. He was a pot, but the bottom crumbled, and now he protects a bouquet of bluebells, growing through his base.

More plum blossoms, growing directly out of the trunk.

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Ayer llovió, como suele pasar en esta temporada. Pero por un rato salió el sol sin que dejara de llover. Aproveché para dar una vuelta a mi jardincito, viendo los colores de la primavera.

Hay narcisos, flor de ciruela, corazón sangrante, o sea Dicentra spectabilis, echando sus primeros brotes de un color de rosa mexicana, y por fin, mi vieja tortuga, que hace años era una maceta, pero que ha perdido su fondo, y ahora protege un bouquet de jacintos de los bosques.

February blooms

I got home in time for supper, but still well after sundown. And there beside the carport, were the snowdrops, already blooming. It was after dark, so I would have to use flash, but I just had to record the moment.

Snowdrops. No snow. The tangle of other leaves is the remains of the Alyssum that was still blooming until the snow covered it.

My poor turtle, who started life as a flowerpot, and now has no bottom, provides shelter for the first hyacinth sprouts.

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Cuando llegué a casa, ya era de noche, aunque apenas era la hora de la cena. Y allí al lado del garage, ya estaban floreando mis pequeñas Campanillas de invierno (Galanthus nivalis). Tenía que usar flash, pero por cierto había que celebrar el momento con unas fotos.

Mi pobre tortugita, que algún día era maceta pero que ya no tiene fondo, sigue haciéndose útil en el jardín. Aquí protege los primeros brotes del jacinto.

Turtle under a blanket

Turtles live for years and years. Even clay ones. This one has inhabited my gardens for over 20 years, providing cover for slugs and sowbugs, and support for baby plants. (For the slugs to eat, as often as not.)

The snow is warm, he says; it keeps the wind off.

The dry stalks are last fall's nasturtiums. And the green leaves in back are next spring's hollyhock, hoping for a warm winter.