This morning, accompanied by returning birdsong, I took a trip round the garden, occupied by numerous flying insects like these
bees drawn to euphorbia.
Martin’s tireless efforts of cutting back shrubbery, trimming and training roses throughout the winter have opened up
views throughout the garden.
Quite apart from their having no right to be in bloom this early these on the patio have survived all that the elements have thrown at them during the last few days;
these Lilac Wonders in the Palm Bed are better protected.
Numerous daffodils flourish,
as do forget-me-nots, wallflowers, and our first bluebells.
A range of camellias continue to carpet the ground beneath them.
It was definitely warm enough for shirt sleeves – and for me.
This afternoon, while Dillon was passing his driving test, I watched the Women’s Six Nations rugby matches between Scotland and France and between England and Wales.
Becky came home with Dillon and we all dined on another of Jackie’s cottage pies, carrots, runner beans, and broccoli stems, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Sangiovese & Syrah Toscana.
This evening we all dined on (another of Jackie’s cottage pies, carrots, cauliflower, and broccoli stems, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Sangovese/Syrah red wine) Merril’s comment exposes why the section in brackets was added.