ANOTHER LOAD OF RHUBARB

The joy of the first forced rhubarb, pale pink and delicious.
First crop of the year as usual, forced on the right with the pot removed (and the longer stems). The pot has been replaced for now to exclude the light.

I love surprises - forgetting where I have put things - and not remembering connections - considering there are 85 billion in my brain (well, perhaps fewer now I am a touch older) I had put the, now over, snowdrops in the same place in the wood as the wild daffodils, let alone the bluebells whose leaves are now showing through.

On the way to Herefordshire at the weekend to stay with daughter and family we stopped at Black Birches Garden Centre and Tearoom in Hadnall for lunch. (Bacon Bun) It has oodles of roses but this hellebore caught R's eye and since we have com home I have ordered 3 plants. Now waiting for the postman to deliver them. I shall have to think where to put them - there is still a good amount of leaf mould down by the veg beds.

Last year I put in some yellow crocus supposedly good for naturalising but they have been a big disappointment. The purple ones have done well but not the yellow. That virus is here - well in the local hospital - so actually if we had to self isolate for two weeks it would be a great opportunity to get on top of the garden. We usually have enough supplies in the freezers (let alone two years frozen fruit) and should get by if the need arises.

The paving has been cleaned by Dawid the do-anything man and he has repaired the Wendy House roof. 

The stream is still running well - not surprising after all the rain - with daffs, primroses and now golden saxifrage on its banks.

Off to the shed by the pond to tine the grass where the drain seems to be blocked - a muddy mess.
I thought about picking up windfall sticks but a gale is blowing again so  might as well wait.

The clivia is looking good - 

The hyacinths now well past flowering have been put into the bed at the rear of the house.

And we have a pair of moorhen on the pond -