Spring is springing and the blackbirds are singing late into the increasingly light evenings. My thoughts are turning to the veg patch, where the rhubarb I planted last year is tantalisingly pink and lush, but out of bounds until next year to let it get settled in. These wrinkly little chaps are soaking up all the light they can get and sending their little greeny pink shoots outwards and upwards, ready to turn into delicious new potatoes for supper. Fragrant narcissi are illuminating the garden. The Sarah Raven catalogue is the reading of choice. I love spring.