Today the weather was fairly gloomy. Early rain gave way to overcast clouds and oppressive warmth. Our own garden seemed the best venue.
Bees, nevertheless, were busy plundering the amanogawa cherry now in full bloom.
Tulips, which, until now have kept their collars tightly buttoned, are beginning to think about loosening their ties.
Avian courting continues in the weeping birch.
The golden Japanese maple glows despite the lack of sunshine.
Dicentra joins primulas, hellebores, daffodils, fritillaries, and honesty in the West Bed.
Honesty is a biennial bloomer. The transparent medallion-shaped seed pods, so attractive when backlit in the autumn, as effective as a careless sneeze, scatter the germs that raise these spires of colour everywhere in the spring. This is its year.
The daffodils in the above photograph of the Cryptomeria Bed are later blooms which will delight for some weeks more. Others are past their best.
The vinca is a plant which, given free rein, would dance over all the beds and consequently requires a certain amount of containment. When we first arrived the garden was choked with it.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s flavoursome sausage casserole; creamy mashed potato; crunchy carrots and cauliflower; and tender green beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Juicy Assemblage.