I delayed my walk around the garden until later this afternoon, hoping to take advantage of the light.
Almost as soon as I had photographed this budding heuchera
and this camellia bloom toning into graceful age,
the skies closed the curtains, silhouetting the Weeping birch branches.
I continued photographing a range of daffodils;
another somewhat droopy camellia retaining its youthful bloom;
one of our varieties of euphorbia;
a species tulip, Lilac Wonder;
a steadily developing Japanese maple;
and one of our sundry clusters of forget-me-nots.
The West Bed border contains primroses, primulas, hellebores, snakes head fritillaries, and lamium.
I even just about managed to catch a wren.
Russell the lone crow imprinted on Jackie made
quite a row cawing for his Mum.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s wholesome Hunter’s chicken; roast potatoes, parsnips, and mushrooms; crisp carrots and cauliflower; tender cabbage and green beans; followed, with custard, by what, given its dried fruit base, the Culinary Queen calls her amber crumble, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the El Zumbido.