Le jardin

We have woken to another gorgeous day, not a cloud in the sky. The garden is getting its second mow of the year, which will be a bit shorter than the first one. It’s so delightful being out in the garden. As I mow, with no real plan — I just go where the mower takes me — I’m greeted at every turn by a different spring bloom. It’s such a beautiful time of year.

The fruit trees we planted last year, that my friend Sharon bought me for my birthday, are flourishing, with gorgeous creamy white fruit blossom.

The little yellow cowslips punctuating the grass. I dodge them as best I can, I’d like them to last a little bit longer.

I can see the first of my bluebell bulbs, that Valerie gave me, just popping their heads up. I point them out to Brian “Don’t strim there please, the bluebells are coming through”. Good job I’d remembered where I’d planted them. I’m hoping they will multiply and fill underneath the plum tree.

There’s little primroses coming out of nowhere. I’ve seen them growing all across the village; pink, white, blue and yellow, they are simply spring.

The mahonia, that was hidden behind the decaying elder, has burst into flower, and given acidic yellow flowers, sparkling against the bright blue sky.

In the walled garden some tulips have made their entrance amongst the primroses I’d planted out. Ones I’d had in pots last year, but didn’t want to discard them when they were not looking their best. Now look at them.

Fabulous, don’t you just love spring.