Amos and I are having coffee in the back garden. There is a lot of blazing but thin sunshine round the front but also a mobile population of builders doing their thing. While I am not massively self conscious, I am aware that a girl drinking coffee and writing in a notebook in the front garden in pyjamas, might be seen as pretentious. Albeit if I am wearing an extremely large jumper.
At this time of year I struggle not to feel like I am waiting for something. Waiting for plants to come alive again. Waiting for another wave of cold weather to cut that short (this is Scotland after all). And this year, waiting for my bloody seeds to come.
Waiting momentarily interrupted! I just had to hurtle up the garden shouting and waving my arms to try and shut the back door. Reason? Amos with a huge blackbird in his mouth. I could not face the remnant of my morning being hijacked by trying the retrieve a shedding and clinging to life creature from my living room. The fact that this is not a new experience does not make it any more alluring.
So, I have sweet pea seeds on the way. Assured by the email response that they will come prior to the planting season - how kind! Planting season for them in actually now and I really want to use my new propagator. Also  they are seeds? Surely it is simply a question of using my £2 p&p to put them in an envelope and send. I also ordered some bare root plants on line but in their case I wouldn't mind a substantial delay so they do not die in an inevitable late snowfall.
The cold really got into my bones today but feeling alive for a couple of hours is priceless especially when  day at Castle Corporate awaits.