Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
It rained the last two nights.
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.