Spring is sprung

We had Toad in the Hole last night. For those of you who aren't Brits, this is simply sausages with batter poured over them, and then roasted until risen.
I served it with mushroom and red wine gravy.Not only did the clocks go forwward here to British Spring Time but the sun shone warmly. I did some work in the garden though I am severely limited by my knee.
You know spring has definitely arrived when the first bluebell comes out.
And the pond starts to get smothered in blanket weed,
And Forget-me-nots are in flower.
These are lovely delicate late daffodils with two flowers per stem. Aren't they delightful?



These specie tulips did not appreciate the hail and snow last weekend.
And the little tree peonies have the look of something prehistoric.

All I've managed to get

Not much is it? Just about 2/3 of the feathers. I'm debating soaking it in warm water to dissolve the water soluble thread before I echo round the outside of them, it would give me a cleaner line to follow. The risk is the remaining safety pins could rust. I need to start burying the threads before it becomes a big deal . The true colour of this quilt is the dark colour at the top of the screen. It's clickable (or should be). Thank you to all who emailed (and even rang me up!). I lost a few days to Fliss's washing and her birthday.