Every year or so we get given hyacinths at Christmas and then what to do with them so here and there in the garden are where they were put. I never remember where so it is always a surprise when they flower.
Autumn leaves have colour, we know, but so can spring growth, new and fresh, acer on the left, spirea right.
It is only when one looks at the size of the trees and shrubs we have planted that I realise how long we have been here - over 14 years. The eucalyptus just grows and grows and the white birches, planted in two tranches are looking so mature.
There are wild flowers in our garden many purists would not allow - particularly the wood anemones and lesser celandine. The leaves of the latter are quite quickly gone.
With leaves beginning to emerge on the trees especially such as the hawthorn (flowers first on the blackthorn) the big sycamore still looks skeletal from down the road.
Even in hidden corners there are gems, quince and bronze fennel leaves.
The damson blossom is coming out and we are praying for no frost.
Seedlings keep arriving - petunias for pots, dahlia seedlings and other plants I had forgotten I had ordered.
Went to meet friends at Holker Hall and walk the gardens on our RHS free entry. The gardeners there have changed a lot, filled the ha-ha by the field and chopped down the huge eucryphias by the cascade. It had got a bit neglected with staff cuts due to Covid.
Here is a Nook panorama shot from the seat at the far wall looking back to the house -
Makes it look much bigger than the 1.8 acres we have.
Blossom is everywhere, amelanchier by the pond, the damsons, and the great white cherry is better than it has ever been.
Time to get out the sun brolly and stick it in the table by the benches?
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