Spring?

OK, we're a couple of weeks or so off the official start of spring.  This is largely reflected in  the weather we've been seeing.  Yesterday we had a violent hail storm, closely followed by sleet, and not long afterwards by bright sunshine.  Today has been a tonic: lots of sun, and we've been out in it a little to top up the Vitamin D.  For the first time this year, the washing dried outside on the line.  Martyn weeded the raised herb bed and planted out a rosemary, and I potted on - not before time - the perennials that have been growing on from pluglets since last back end in the sitooterie.  By and large a lacklustre collection, but most are healthy, and have developed good root systems.  All back in the sitooterie, however, until the risk of frost is past.  Four to six weeks hence we shall have an orgy of planting out.  There's space at the top right of the garden for subjects like foxgloves and achillea to hid the fence a bit, and we'll plant out coreopsis nearer the house where we can admire the cheerful colours.  The charlottes are coming along nicely, so we'll get them out, hooked up to the irrigation thingy, in a month or so.

The futility of planning: I moved my regular dental appointment to coincide with a day next week when I had to be in the same town for the purposes of the hobby, hence allowing the govt to pay for my diesel on the trip to the dentist.  Email today, cancelling the hobby part.  Given what I pay in dental insurance month by month, I'm afraid I had no compunction in shifting my 08:45 pre-hobby appointment to a more Christian 3:15 pm.  So, as Management points out, I get to run the gauntlet of the Mummies in their vast vehicles on the way home rather than on the way out.  Paciência.

I shudder at events in  the Untied States of America.  In a facebook post today, a number of [synonym-for-fart] supporters were asked to comment on a series of outrageous quotations on culture, race, immigration etc.  Some agreed, some disagreed.  No surprise there.  But when told that they were quotes from Adolf Hitler, some stopped and thought, but one said 'but if [synonym-for-fart] had said it, I'd have agreed'.  I remind gentle readers of a pol-phil essay title back in my St A days: Why do we value a democracy?.  Search me, guv.