I never fail to be impressed by the resilience of Mother Nature. You wouldn’t witness these wonderful back garden miracles if she was a he and Mother Nature took a walk on the wild side and grew some dangly bits.

But the dangly bits are starting to spout through underneath all the beastliness of the past few months. It’s been a weird No Show of a Winter. Wetness is no replacement for being snowed in and stranded.

Oh woe me and the back garden mud patch. Mother Nature has an incredibly powerful way of reminding you that blessed be the elements that you can’t contain. One man’s mud patch is another’s livelihood ruined.

“I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,

I can see all obstacles in my way.”

Or something.

I can certainly see the delightful daffs making a mad dash for any emergence of the Great Yellow Orb in the sky spotted during random lapses in the rain of late.

I was a little green around the gardening gills whilst doing the bulb planting four autumns past. Truth is I got a little bored after the first half dozen. Just bung them in there and hope for the best.

And so now we have two channels [oh yes...] of daffs, both doing very different things.

Back in the day job and we always teach the kids to set up a fair scientific experiment. So what if one channel of daffs catches the sun, whilst the other one lives through a micro nuclear winter?

And the conclusion, Sir?

Once again - I have become a hippy.

The Kingdom of Sustainable Illusion is MINE for the taking.

NEVER trust a hippy.