Although we're having another cold snap -- I had to bring in all the tender plants yesterday, and they'll be inside for the next few nights -- the world is getting visibly brighter. There's more sun and if there's not yet warmth, there's at least the promise of warmth.
Dave pruned our roses and buddleias yesterday, an annual February task. And I thinned the ivy in some of our flower beds, revealing hidden bulbs that were doing their best to reach sunlight beneath that thick mat of vegetation. Ivy is a scourge. It just doesn't know when to stop.
We filled up five garden waste bags with thorny twigs and twisted tangles of ivy.
Olga helped by lying in the middle of everything, and generally being in the way. When I was pulling on the ivy she was fascinated, because I'd pull on one strand and the vegetation would shake several feet away. She could not figure out what was going on, but she was sure it was a game involving squirrels.
Back indoors, I cleaned the refrigerator, taking out and washing all the shelving and the produce bins. It was in a sorry state but now I think the health department won't raid our flat at 4 a.m. and accuse us of violations.
This was going on upstairs. What exactly is happening up there, I'm not sure -- but it's been happening for months now. I almost knocked on the Russians' door to say, "So when do these renovations end, exactly?" I can't even remember when they started, but I posted a similar video last September. The minute they finish one thing they start something else, so to us it's all one uninterrupted symphony of hammers and saws. (I'm pointing the phone at the ceiling because that's the general direction of the sound!)
To get away from the noise I took Olga back to the cemetery. We didn't see Gadget again, but we did see...
...crocuses! Come on, spring!