Green Shoots

A spell of warm, damp weather is seeing off the snow that has lain here since the end of November. And some of last year's winter crops are surfacing.
These are the rotting remains of the leeks that we should have been eating at Christmas.

And these are the cardoons, ditto.

In October I planted a shedload of garlic and I honestly thought that the three months of blanket snow would have seen them off. But look, here they come!

Remarkable. As was a weekend with Fred Fibonacci who left this morning. "Blimey" were his last words on the station platform, "I can remember virtually everything from this weekend." I must be slipping.