Saturday, 12 March 2011

Window boxes





It is nice to have a little bit of Spring in the window boxes. The Grandad gave me a large box of pot luck bulbs, mainly crocus and they all came up - I could harvest my own saffron!

Posted by westendmum at 06:48
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Victoria | Hibiscus Bloem said...

Horray - spring has sprung. So lovey to see the buds on the bushes and trees and a lovely walk in the park today, without being wrapped in hundreds of layers, felt so good. Happy weekending.

12 March 2011 at 15:59

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