Alexandra Oakley 
Today it was still light when I got home from work and that tiny shift in the day length felt ridiculously cheering. It is still freezing, but that first hint of longer evenings always makes me believe spring is actually on its way.
I am already having the usual conversations with myself about what gets to stay and what might need to move, including the yellow rose I can never quite make a firm decision about. I am also thinking ahead to dahlias, because I firmly believe any dahlia can go in a pot if I want it badly enough. Not everything has gone to plan though, as one batch of ranunculus has been a complete failure this year.
