In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
Daffodils
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Stream of Thought
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
Glimpses of Green and Gold
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
Gazebo
This room Safe Without walls
Almonds and Monkey Nuts
It rained the last two nights.
Overwhelm
The world is too much.
Snowdrops
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Tales from the Rubble Bank
The rubble bank is exactly that: a peculiar, linear, broken brick and excavated, relocated dirt mound at the top of our garden.
