SPRING ROARS IN

We go away for five days to Gatehouse of Fleet in Scotland, stay at the Ship Inn walk in Castramon Woods for the fabulous bluebells, meet friends and sort of family (J is a cousin of a cousin.)

Then we come home and find the oriental poppies are out.

R is concerned that our Euphorbia characias Wulfenii is not flowering. In every garden we visit it is in full bloom - Cally Gardens, Logan Botanic Garden, etc. We will just have to watch this space and hope.

We went to the local garden centre and bought some extra sweet peas, chard and broccoli, and a rodgersia to put by the pond. 

P and A's geranium maderense goes on giving.

Elsewhere we have orange - welsh poppies, euphorbia and calendula survivors appearing in the forget-me-nots. The yellow azalea is sending out its scent at the woodland fringe.

We have a small red rhododendron and lots of apple blossom.

Something that I realised sitting in J's garden in Scotland is how good a coffee tastes in the sunshine with spring around one. (And good company)

We have planted three whiteish alstroemerias for R and hope they do well. our own bluebells cannot match the magnificence of those in Castramon but they are thriving and the first red campion is out. Down in the meadow area we have a few plants, lots of Yellow Rattle and also plenty of Ragged Robin.

And then there is the blackbird, sigh! I jammed the nest box that fell with the tree in the storm by the beam at the front of the house - perhaps a nesting tit? No, a blackbird has built on top of it! So I mow the lawn, pull up armsful or is it armfuls of goose grass and bindweed and so on and so on. Think of all the things I have to do and go and make a cup of tea to have with a gluten free biscuit. Oh! For a custard tart.