Spring has to be the prettiest of the four seasons. The apple blossom is on the trees, pink and white and so delicate. The wild garlic is flowering. Even though we've had little rain lately, the country lanes and bridleways are still green and lush. I've been occupying myself with the usual kind of things - tidying the garden and allotment, and planting seeds. The courgettes are sprouting, as are the salvias, though the geums are stubbornly refusing to germinate. I've been stuck into some good books too. This P.D. James was a cracker, with a very satisfying twist in the tale. It's set in a hospital, and the writer's clearly an expert on the subject. Deeply knowledgeable but not showing off about that knowledge. I also loved the cover with this striking print by Angela Harding. I'm a few chapters into a biography of Agatha Christie, written by Lucy Worsley. I'm a big fan of Christie's c...