The dank, grey miserable weather the past few days has removed my New Year's optimism and sent me into my usual January Slough of Despond. So it was a rather nice surprise - even if in truth I'd completely forgotten, despite marking it up on the calendar in the kitchen to remind me - to find Threadspider on the doorstep yesterday morning ready to whisk me away to our local garden centre for a look round, a cup of coffee and a good old chinwag :)
It's at these times you really get to appreciate your friends. Threadspider loves the newness and endless possibilities of January with an infectious enthusiasm. She insisted we visit the Hamamelis on display to give them a cheering sniff. The day's drizzle may have drained their spicy scent away, but at least the rain I got up my nose in a vain attempt to obtain any last vestige of perfume meant my grumpiness changed into fits of giggles.
Then yesterday evening I realised to my surprise that what these desperate times really needs - even if they're usually not to my taste - is the loudest, brightest, most Barbie coloured Hyacinths to knock me off their feet with their scent, courtesy of my niece and nephew's Christmas present .
Thank you L and E for bringing me lots of pink sunshine, just when I need it :D