CHERRIES, CHERRIES

The cherries are finally out despite cold dry weather. 

The garden is in need of watering. I have already begun watering pots as we have had no real rain for some time and none is forecast.

Up by the wood the daffs are staring to age but the primroses are splendid. 

The mahonia has finally settled down and R has been lifting and dividing the snowdrops, again and again.

The gardener S has 

put in a drain where I bogged down the mower and the mowers have been serviced - I am now broke. He has also moved a big clump of yellow flag iris to the top of the garden by the far wall where the wild watercress grows.

Down by the pond I am using the writing shed (now redundant) for seedlings - Cosmos and white honesty amongst others. When cameras went digital printing trays became surplus but are great for gardeners.

Also the trail camera by the pond has collected images of the usual - rabbits, foxes etc and this one of two cock pheasants going at it 

hammer and tongs.

We also had a stoat walk blithely past our garden window, unconcerned that we were sitting on the other side, and our first Peacock butterfly

The frost and chill wind has not helped the camellia flowers and they are bitten and brown.

Other plants - the skimmia and the euphorbia are doing well.

Then there is one clump of primroses up by the field boundary that thrive every year, obviously feeding on love, for that is where Tom's ashes were scattered. Tom was the previous owner of our small plot.

The forcing pot has produced wonderful rhubarb.

And back to the cherries - Shirotae right, Great White left, wonderful.